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I can ask for a continuation of naughtiness with Brahms. As he would react to the reader who teases him all day, maybe she will wear provocative clothes or touch him until he gets aroused and then she goes away and pretends she did nothing...

Brahms x Reader (F)

I hope you enjoy anon! If you want one done in bullet points. Can do that as well.

Brahms has been naughty lately and you are at your wit's end. You decided to tease him as payback. Teasing Brahms will come with ‘consequences’

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Underthecut - NSFW, Dirty talk, deep longing, the L-word, Creampie, Mentions of anal. Vaginal sex is. Quick mention of breeding, very quick but not serious.

"I'm not cleaning that up, Brahms!" You shouted while waving your finger in his face. He had tossed his carrot sticks on the floor. Your attempts to get him to eat healthy snacks were futile. Brahms stomped his foot in protest. He hugged himself, glaring at you. "I mean it, Brahms, you made the mess, you can clean it up." He shook his head, Mummy and Daddy never made him clean up his messes, he wasn't going to start with you.

"I'm going to my room, away from you!" You gasp, never had he been so rude before. Brahms stormed into the billiard-room. You heard the grandfather clock door open and slam shut.

You stood there in silence. Your mouth hung open. "Did he...just...he did." You said to yourself. You stood there for a few more seconds, just to take in the situation some more. You shrugged your shoulders and picked up the carrot sticks. "Brahms, making me clean up his messes." you paused, and a wicked grin spread across your face.

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That night you checked into Brahms's room to see if he was in bed. Nothing, you shrugged your shoulders and made your way to your room. You had no clue if he was watching, hoping he wasn't. Not wanting the surprise to be ruined. You rummaged through your belongings, at the bottom of the dresser you found what you were looking for. A devious grin spread across your face. You ran to the mirror and held the lacy garment over yourself. You posed and made a few cheeky smiles.

Brahms will pay for his attitude. You made sure of it.

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In the middle of the night, Brahms had snuck back down into his childhood bedroom. He was mad at you, very mad. How dare you tell him to clean up. It was his house and you were his nanny/girlfriend, that's your job. But, he felt awful. He saw the way your eyes grew sad, almost a little fearful even. He'd never hurt you. He was upset with himself for acting like a child. He hates when he reverts to that child-like state. Especially with you. He only does it because it's how he got his way for so long. How he got his parents to remain his prisoners just as much as he was theirs. He cursed himself for being so juvenile.

He crept through the walls to his room. Walking in, he quietly made his way to his bed and tucked himself in. He stared at the ceiling then at the door. Your name was on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to call out to you for a good night's kiss but didn't want to wake you and upset you anymore than he already had.

"Good night, Brahms. Love you." He murmured to himself and closed his eyes. Sleep overtook him.

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"Good morning Starshine, the sun says hello!" You happily greeted your lanky boyfriend. Brahms opened his eyes, covering them as you opened the curtain, a large sunbeam lighting up the room. Brahms rubbed his eyes and grabbed the glass of water you placed on his bed stand. "Thirsty, huh?" You giggled. Brahms groaned. His eyes lifted to look at you. He froze. His eyes bulged out of his head. He hung his mouth open, already feeling dry. The glass slipped out of his hand, spilling onto the bed and floor.

"Oh, Brahms, look what you did." You scold, he just caught your smile spreading into a wicked grin. Brahms sat there in silence. Taking in the pretty pink lace negligee you wore. Brahms clenched his fists as you bent over to pick up the glass, ass in his face. Brahms hitched in a breath. You peeked over your shoulder. "What, Brahms?" You asked in mock concern. Brahms shook in place. You leaned in closer to him, the negligee dropped low, revealing your tits to Brahms. He let out a whiny moan and tilted his head to the side, enjoying the angle.

"Brahms, you're all wet." You grabbed at the blankets and shucked them off. Brahms's hands flew to his crotch, his briefs doing a poor job at hiding his erection. You laughed, never had he been so embarrassed over his erection before. Most days, Brahms would press it into you. Rubbing it up and down the crack of your ass, whispering how bad he wants you, how bad he just wants to fuck you stupid. "Brahms, it's nothing to be ashamed of," you reassured him with a kiss on his forehead. You went to step away but he caught you, both hands grabbing your small arms.

Brahms looked up at you, his eyes stared deeply into yours. His brows furrowed, before he got a chance to speak, you put a finger on his lips to shush him. "Now, Brahms. Let's get ready for the day, yes?" You smiled and tapped his nose. You tried to pull away but his grip remained strong. You gave him a sharp look, "It's time to get ready for the day. Are you in a mood again? I don't need another day of you being bad." Brahms let go. His hands fell to his sides. His face went soft.

"I won't be bad." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?" You crossed your arms over your chest, tits being rushed up, nipples poking the lacy front of the negligee. Brahms whined and palmed his erection.

"I'll be good, I swear."

"You'll be my good boy, right?" Brahms opened his mouth and let out a sob, he pressed hard into his crotch, felt it leak precum. He Loved being called a good boy. He hated himself for it, wanting you to call him 'my sexy man' and you have but something about being called 'good boy' does him in. "I'll take that as a yes." You smiled and gave him another kiss on his forehead. "Good boys get all the kisses. Right?" You nodded along with Brahms, his mouth hung open, and let out a whiny

"Yes."

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Brahms spent the day being on his best behavior. He studied quietly. Okay, he tried to study. It was so hard though. You sat next to him, your shoulder into his arm, leaning into him, your tits pressing together. He just stared at your tits, wanting to run his hands all over them. Wanting to kiss and lick them all over. He wanted to give you a few licks over the negligee, teasing you before you ripped it aside and suckled on your exposed tits. He attempted to grab at them, and he was scolded. you waved your finger in his face, breasts swaying as you did so. You called him a good boy after the three hours, despite the one fumble, he did well. He whimpered at the kiss you gave him, placing it on his bearded cheek.

He did some chores around the house with you. You took to bending over to dust some old Heelshire antiques. Brahms palmed himself through his briefs -he too never got fully dressed- and bit his hand to fight back the moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The negligee would ride up on you, exposing your soft and fuckable ass to him. Brahms loved your ass, loved how soft and squishy it was. Loved how it shook as he fucked you from behind. He loves nothing more than to stick a finger in your ass as he rails into you. Bouncing back on his cock, finger in your ass, both holes being stuffed.

Brahms had yet to bring it up, but he's always wanted to fuck your ass. That moment of you bent over cleaning, he wanted to split you in half on his cock. Have you scream for him to fuck you up. Get you to cum from anal alone would be heaven to Brahms.

"Such a good boy for me, Brahms." You gave Brahms a soft smile. You ran your hand down his lean and hairy torso. Hand stopping just above his brief's waistband. Brahms bucked into the touch. Keening at you. "Come on now Brahms, time to eat. Are you hungry?" You asked in a sing-song voice. Brahms nodded. You walked towards the kitchen, hips swaying back and forth.

"I wanna eat your ass." He mumbled. You whipped your head back towards him. Head tilted and arms folded.

"what was that?" you asked. He shifted in his spot and shook his head. He mumbled out a 'tis nothing.' "Alright, well, hurry up, get some food in you."

Brahms sat at the table, not caring to eat, his attention fixated on you. He stared at you. Watched as you prepared his lunch. Your cute body getting his food ready. He liked watching you focus. How you would pause for a second to think of your next step.

He watched as you prepared his sandwich, humming as you cut it into four squares. You even made his favourite tea, Yorkshire tea just like his mummy used to make him. She’d prepare it for him after his playdate with-

“Here you go, Brahms. Eat up.” You place the plate and tea in front of him. A tuna sandwich with some carrot sticks. He looked at his food then back to you. Wide-eyed as you tidied up. Hips swaying as if you danced to a little tune in your head. Brahms ate in silence.

“Okay Brahms, time to get cleaned up, it’s late after all.” You smiled at him and kissed his bearded cheek. His eyes went right to your cleavage, he enjoyed the way your breasts pressed together as you leaned in. You lead him up the stairs, his eyes never left your ass. He stared, transfixed. He gasped when you stumbled forward, dragging him along with you. His front pressed into you, his erection dug into your ass cheek. He groaned and wiggled his hips at the contact. You turned your head “Sorry about that Brahms, Your girlfriend can just be so clumsy.” You smiled at him

Brahms shook, his eyes wide. You grabbed at his arms before you could latch onto you. Brahms whined. You giggled and he snapped. “Teasing me! Teasing me all damn day!” He freed his arms from your small hands. “These tits in my face, shaking and asking to be sucked.” He cupped your breasts “Wanting to be sucked by me!” His fingers pulled harshly on your tits. You yelped out in pain and Brahms gave a dark laugh. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the tips, he moved his hands back down, under your negligee onto your sore tits. You mewled, loving the sensation, your tits had been sore all day due to the lacy material rubbing against them.

He pushed his erection into your bare ass, “This ass teasing me, wanting to get fucked. Teasing my aching cock.” Brahms reached a hand down to the waistband of his briefs. You shook him off, turning yourself around to him.

“Brahms, teasing you? What do you mean?” His eyes remained wide, he stared into your eyes then down at your body “Oh, this little thing?" you ran a hand along your chest, lowered it down over your tummy, pinching at the negligee. "Just something I’ve had for a while figured I should wear it, I did buy it after all. I can’t let it go to waste." You gave him a cheeky smile and winked.

Brahms shook, his shoulders hunched over and his chest heaved, his breath coming out heavy through his nostrils. He bared his teeth. He looked at you, his pupils fully dilated.

Shit.

Brahms roared as he hauled you onto his shoulder. Running at full speed to his room. He threw you on the bed, you scrambled up to the headboard. “Lie down!” he yelled. You froze. His adult voice was all more terrifying when he put it to full use.

He stood at the end of the bed, his six-foot-three frame added to his hulking demeanor. His height, his wild beard, his hairy chest, his big hands, and his large cock all added to Brahms's manliness. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t turn you on constantly. The way his arms flexed as he held you close, as he ran his big hands over your smaller frame. How his long fingers would pinch at your soft flesh. His beard tickles you as he kisses you, kisses trailing down your neck, to your chest. His beard tickled your breasts as he suckled on you. He’d suckle for hours if you let him, he enjoyed nothing more than you kissing his forehead and calling him a good boy.

Brahms took in your shaking body. Your eyes filled with apprehension, your mouth hung open, panting. Your chest heaved, you wiggled your hips, squeezing your legs together in anticipation. You looked so inviting to Brahms. He dragged his feet along the side of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. His breath came out hot and heavy, eyes scanning you, like a predator with his prey, wondering where to strike first.

You arched your back, body inviting Brahms to you. You couldn’t stand it, every time you bent over, tits on display, You were hoping he’d go feral on you. You gave him a full view of your ass for a full hour and not once did he jump you. You kept a secret from him, one you were too scared to bring up. When he would fuck you, finger assaulting your tight asshole, you always held back to need to ask “Brahms, will you fuck my ass, pretty please.” You never brought it up, in fear of the pain and fear of just how feral he’d become.

Brahms climbed over on the bed. He enjoyed the way you settled yourself under him. Shifting your hips down near his own. Brahms brought his hand to your thigh and slapped both of them apart. You spread yourself for him, mewling and hugging your chest at how exposed you felt. Brahms licked his lips, your wanting pussy, pink and dripping. He sucked in a breath and ran his long index finger along the folds. “Y/N, how long have you been wanting me?” He asked.

“All day, Brahms.”

He smashed his lips onto yours. You keened and he growled into the kiss. He pined your hands next to your head with his own, putting you at a forced surrender. Not like you’d fight him off. You made out for what felt like hours, just the two of you battling to dominate the sloppy kiss. “My beautiful, beautiful Y/N.” He whispered in between kisses. “I can’t wait any longer, Y/N.” His hand leaves yours as it trails down to his briefs tearing them off. He runs his hand over his abs, trailing it down to the base of his leaking cock.

“Once I start, I won’t hold back.” He stared, eyes full of lust. You nodded at him, giving him the a-okay. He smiles, a genuine smile, one that says “I adore you.” He slipped his cock in, you groaned and he choked out a sob. You put your hands on his back, pulled him a little closer to yourself. Brahms shook and let out a breathy “Fuck.” and slowly pumped his cock in and out of you.

He felt hard, harder than normal, you made his poor cock ache all day after all. Brahms pulled down the negligee with teeth and captured a nipple in his mouth. He pulled hard and let go with a pop. You whimpered “God, yes, Brahms, more, more please!” You begged and he snickered.

“With what you put me through. I don’t know, luv.” tears pricked the corner of your eyes at his words.

“Sorry I teased you, sorry I didn’t soothe your cock sooner.” Brahms nodded at you and took your other nipple in his mouth. You threw your head back, he gave it little nibbles and would suck em better. “Oh, good boy, Brahms.” He whined and gave your nipples a sloppy lick. Rapid-fire switching from the left to the right. Your nipples being stimulated sent a thrill through your body. Your pussy clenched around Brahms.

“Cumming from your nipples being played with? Dirty girl.” Brahms wanted you to cum, but not that way, no matter how hot that’d be. He placed his hands on the back of your knees and shoved them down onto your chest. He climbed up further, cock still sheathed inside you. He placed both palms onto the bed, his chest on the back of your legs. Your legs dangling up and to the side of Brahms. The mating press.

He paused, “Remember when I said I won’t hold back?” you nodded “Good.” Brahms pistoned in and out of you. You threw your head back, screaming loud, hands running through his curly black locks. Brahms’s pupils were dilated, wide and there was a feral tone to his voice, “For me, just for me. My Y/N. My luv, my beautiful love.” He kept his thrusting at a brutal pace. You thrashed under him, the angle hitting you deeply. He tilted his head to the side, curious, “Tell me, tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to cu-cum in you.” He stammered.

“Yes, Brahms, I want it in me. Please, please use my pussy to milk your cock. Fuck, Brahms.” He didn’t expect that kind of dirty talk. He was glad it escaped your lips though.

He fucked you harder because of your words, “Want my cum? Your pussy craving my milk, eh? Huh, want it coating your pink pussy?” He laughed and licked his lips. You gave him a delirious moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Play with your pussy, now!” You obeyed, your hand running down your stomach to your clit, fingers circled it quickly, wanting your release to hit you while Brahms bred you.

Brahms felt your small fingers rub your clit on his groin. He looked down at the sight. He watched as his cock plowed into you, his cock coated in your juices. He let out a breathy laugh. “Look, look at how much your pussy wants me.” You tilted your head down, watching his long cock assault your wet pussy, his cock glistened with your pussy juice. The sound of skin smacking, moans, vulgar dirty talk, and confessions of adoration filled the room. It had become too much. Your body went hot.

“Brahms, I’m gonna, going to cum.” You moaned out between pants. A few more flicks on your clit and you screamed. Your pussy clenched around Brahms. You felt your temples pulse and your ears rang. Brahms felt your pussy clench around him.

“Yes, yes, almost-” A feral yell escaped his mouth. Your pussy clenching around him did him over. He slammed his whole body on top of you, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. He pushed his hips into yours, shaking as he came deep into you. You moaned and convulsed at the feeling of your pussy being stuffed with cum. Your tongue tasted his and your hands went to cup his cheek.

You pulled away to look at him, “That was...wow.” you smiled. He gave you a lopsided grin. He huffed as he pulled out of you. His cock exciting with a pop sound. He rolled onto his side and pulled you into his arms. He breathed heavily while he peppered you in kisses. From your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips.

You snuggled up into Brahms. Hands over your chest and nuzzling into him like a kitten. “Brahms,”

“Hm.”

“Sorry I teased you.”

He laughed, “You should do it again sometime. The sexy little number you have on, Luv? you hid it nicely."

You smiled wide “I have my secrets...If this little number gets you this riled up, yeah, count on it.” you both laugh.

Brahms ran his hands along your back, inching their way down. He cupped your ass and you squealed. He caressed it in his large hands, giving you the occasional pinch. Brahms thought about fucking your ass but didn’t want to spoil the amazing post-coitus cuddle.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Was I your handsome sexy man today?” He tilted your head up and raised an eyebrow. You gave him a little laugh.

“Yes, Brahms. You're my good boy when the time calls for it, but now,” you reached up to kiss him “You're my man, Brahms. My handsome, loving man.” You yawned and cuddled up closer to him. “I love you.” you closed your eyes and smiled.

Brahms looked down at you, smiling. He was your good boy, but he was also your man. The man you loved.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He did. He loved you.

[slasherfics]

I don't know if I've seen this, but what would NFSW be like with yandere brahms?

This is an AU because I adore doing this. Uh, most other requests though stick to regular slasher stuff. Want Au stuff, got an AU idea? Send it in!

I talked about this with @finalsquirrel about Brahms being some rich asshole with slight fuckboy energy. Yandere energy was always a part of the discussion.

Song for the fic - Babybird - Back Together

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Brahms Heelshire x Female Reader

Yandere Brahms AU - Part 1 (Part 2)

Underthecut - Yandere Brahms, Dubcon energy, mentions sex

"I can't believe you still work," Norman shook his head as you handed him his coffee, "I mean, you practically are married to Brahms at this point." He took a sip. "Ah, that's good."

You rolled your eyes, "Not married, he's just...exuberant for the relationship." You smile, "He hasn't given me any hints he wants marriage, and we are young...so he's..." You slapped your cheek, lips in a tight line as you looked away from Norman.

"Hey now, you won't jinx anything by talking about it," Norman said with a reassuring smile. "I swear to you any day now he's gonna pop the question and really make you, his."

Your eyes glossed over as you stared at Norman. You blinked away the emotions, "One day," You comment, "I'll be his." You waved him off, cursing that the cafe wasn't busy. No customers to snag your attention left you with your thoughts as you wiped down counters.

Eyes fell upon a Swedish Princess cake. Its pink colouring and white icing trim made you groan, eyes squeezed shut.

"This one, a princess cake, for my princess." Brahms pointed to the cake behind the glass, "The princess cake, and a cappuccino for, Princess and black tea for me." Brahms smiled at your co-worker.

Your co-worker forced a smile at him, they looked at you and quickly rolled their eyes.

"Thanks," You mumbled, "For here, not to go." You finished.

Brahms grabbed the tray of food, rushed over to the booth of the small cafe, "Princess, hurry, come sit, Princess." He called out to you. Not even five feet behind him he gestured for you to hurry.

He set the tray down, helped you into the booth, "Brahms, I can sit down myself," You chuckled lightly, turned your face away as you caught his scowl.

"Princess, it's the gentlemanly thing for a man to help his lady." He kissed your cheek before he gently placed you down. "Always your gentleman."

You snorted and shied away, "Thank you, Brahms." you grabbed your drink and quickly took a sip, the heat washed over your lips and tongue. You swallowed the sugary drink as you watched Brahms sit across from you, his bashful smile on full display.

"So," Brahms started, "I have another meeting with my Gentleman's club, girlfriends not invited this time."

'Oh thank God' you thought to yourself.

"But, to make up for it we are holding a yacht party a week after, girlfriends and guest permitted."

"You sure?" the quiet tone to your voice had him raise his brow,

"Do you wish to not attended, Princess?" He reached out to you, his hand holding yours, his thumb ran small circles over yours.

You adored Brahms. He was tentative, charming, gracious, always seemed to know what you need and when. His friends on the other hand made you feel inferior. The class divide is ever-present between you and Brahms and they always made sure to point it out.

From the way you carried yourself, the clothes you wore, the references to the upper echelons of society you had clearly no clue what any of them meant. The deep-rooted family names you had no part of, they made sure to let you know about that.

"Princess?" He pestered, "We can not attend." he accused.

"No, I'll go, for you."

"For us, this is important."

You took another sip of your drink, thankful it had cooled down. Thankful he was proud to be seen with you, no name, poor stance, no expensive clothes you.

"I'll take you shopping, get you some nice new clothes for the occasion. A sexy little number for the yacht, nothing too crazy though. I don't want you catching their eye."

You grimaced, "Shouldn't you get mad at them for staring at me and not me grabbing their attention."

Brahms gave a light laugh, "Princess," He cut into the pink cake, "I know you can't help being beautiful. And believe I'll be furious with them." He peered at you. The mild expression you retuned had him smirk and relax his shoulders. "Good, princess. Now, eat some of this cake. Not too much though..."

"Y/n? You can finish up early." Your boss patted your shoulder, "Might as well get ready for that yacht party."

You gave him a lop-sided smile as you thanked him.

You hurried as got ready to leave, wanted nothing more than to give yourself a few hours to mentally prepare for the party. Brahms had pestered you to were the skimpy little bikini under your work clothes. You tugged the straps under your work clothes, grateful for the expensive material not digging in like a cheap set would.

Your friends had said you should be so lucky he'd spend one hundred and twenty dollars on a bathing suit, along with an additional two hundred on new sandals and make-up. "Gosh, 'princess'" they attempted to imitate his accent when they said princess, "The least you could be is happy! Wish my BF was stupidly rich."

Another friend added "I'd make him spend so much on me. Pretend to be sad to get what I want."

Another twirled her hair, "The fancy parties? The food, the hot guys? The connections you are making, Y/n? and you look so bummed!"

You scratched the back of your head as you left the cafe, their voices ringing through your skull. The vapid shallow wants and desires felt foreign to you.

Honk

You jumped as a Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the quaint cafe, another honk had you wince. The driver hopped out, his squat little body waddled to the door back door, "Here miss! Compliments of Mr. Heelshire." You rolled your eyes at the name, Mr. Heelshire, knowing he meant Brahms, who'd get a real kick at finally being addressed in such a formal setting by his parent's employees.

"You don't have to do this, Mr. Byrd."

"I insist and Brahms insists more so." He gave you a wary expression.

The drive was long, felt long...Mr. Byrd made idle chat, from to his recent grocery store encounter with a strange fedora-wearing man to his little dog, muffin had recovered from her recent surgery. You tried to keep up with him, stomach churned in regret as your mind was elsewhere.

You watched couples through the window, holding hands, some bickering over mundane troubles, two young women holding hands, and clearly, both were in an intense conversation. You watched just enough to see them share a tentative kiss. You smiled at it all. How easy and innocent it all appeared.

Appeared...

Brahms and Norman stood with his Oxford friends in a social circle, cognac-filled glasses and cigar smoke filled the drawing-room. The dark green walls were adorned with portraits of past club members. The large pool table sat unused...

"So, Brahms," Daniel took a swig, his chocolate brown eyes locked onto Brahms's, "Is your Princess ready for the yacht date?"

The men around laughed at Daniel's question. Brahms licked his teeth and flashed an appealing smile.

"Oh, she's ready." He assured with a low tone, "Hm, Norman, you visit her at her little job, how's she holding?"

Norman bit his cheek, "She smiles, laughs, but there is tiredness in her eyes at times. And not from the job." Norman laughed, his smile ever vibrant, "I bring you up," He gestured towards Brahms, "And the surge of emotions just flash before her."

"She looks beautiful like that," Brahms brought the Cuban cigar to his lips, a long drag, his eyes rolled back as he got a taste. "She'll look even better on the weekend."

"Look better in the outfit you already have picked," Daniel took another swig of the cognac, "Or look better under you?"

Boisterous laughter filled the stuffy drawing-room.

"it's princess," Brahms looked down dreamily, "As long as she's with me...she'll always look perfect."

"You'll it." Brahms tapped the steering wheel of his Porsche 911, "And I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up after work. I'd have been there but I was awfully busy."

"It's okay Brahms, can you slow down though." You gripped the edge of your seat as he weaved through traffic, narrowly dodging a trolley.

He gave a curt, "I'm fine. It's fine."

"You crashed your last car, Brahms. Just take it a little easy." You plead in a mild tone. Your eyes went wide as he glared at you.

"My driving is fine. It was that woman's fault for flying down the road. Don't care if there was a stop sign. I can handle this, do you not trust me?"

You stared, slacked jawed, "I..." You swallowed, "I just, I worry is all. For you and I'm here too."

Brahms's white-hot grip on the steering wheel eased up, his shoulders eased back, "You're right. My Princess, you are right." He glanced at you, a small smile over his face, "Just a shame you don't feel safe with me."

He reached a hand over to you, placed his hand on your thigh, you grabbed him with a shaky hand, "I do feel safe with you, Brahms. I'm sorry." You hummed, "I'm sorry."

He squeezed your hand in his, "It's okay, Princess. I understand."

He pulled up to the paid parking lot, rushed himself to help you out, "Hurry, Princess, I don't want to keep them waiting."

You grabbed his hand, surprised a groan at the thought of having to spend time with his friends and their equally snooty girlfriends. The thought of having to entertain them made you want to hurl. They eyed you with an even more ferocious disdain than their boyfriends.

Brahms made a point to carry the luggage, save for your own knapsack, which he made a point to point out how ugly it was, how you should have let him buy you that expensive Versace he thought you'd look perfect with.

The large forty-foot yacht stuck out like a sore thumb at the docks. You looked around as you approached the large vessel. No cackling from snooty girlfriends, no rank smell of cigars and expensive cognac and wine, mixed with cologne and perfume.

"Brahms?" You looked around, your eyes squint on the yacht, "Where is everyone?" You looked up to him, only caught his profile as he sped up ahead of you, his long legs carried him along with speed.

"Hm?" He didn't turn around to you, just kept walking, a pep in his step as a dock worker gestured for you both to board.

"Brahms," you stopped, eyes narrowed, "May I have an answer?"

Brahms turned on his heel, "Princess," His tone was calm, his face contorted to a choleric expression. "Did you ever ponder to think that maybe we are the first to arrive?" He took two steps towards you, kissed your cheek, "Now come, the early bird gets the worm."

Three hours you waited for everyone. Nothing. The crew of the ship rang the yacht bell to signal a departure from port. You sat up from the expensive couch that cost half a years worth of minimum salary from your cafe job. "Brahms?" They aren't coming?"

Brahms walked over to you only in an unbuttoned Lacoste shirt and Lacoste swim trunks. He wrapped his long arms around you, pulled you into his chest, kissed the crown of your head, "Surprise!"

You nuzzled into his chest, a fixed smile on your face. "Could have told me it was just gonna be me and you...you had me stressed." You pulled away to look up at him, "Brahms, you do know how much this stressed me outright?"

Brahms rubbed your back "Aw, sweetheart, my friends aren't that bad you know." You stayed silent, eyes locked with his. He grinned at you, "Aren't you happy it's just you and I? I mean besides the yacht staff but I have made sure they won't bug us, specifically you."

You raised a brow, "Me?" You pondered aloud.

"Yes, you! I know how much these rich activities can be too much on your sensitive nerves. You can just let me get you what you need."

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw something behind his blue-green eyes. "What if I need to leave?"

His hands went from your back to your arms, he squeezed your bicep, "Why would you want to leave?"

"I just mean, if, I'm needed back on land, my family."

He cut you off with a laugh that shook you, "There is no cell service where we are going, didn't I mention that?"

You swallowed and shook your head.

"I am so sorry, must have slipped my mind. Oh, another thing." He pinched your chin, angled your face in place, "We aren't here for the night, we're here for the week."

Your throat burned, "That's sweet of you Brahms. Just, I have a life, I have things to do in my week, I can't be unemployed like you."

His eye twitched, "Collecting from stocks and bonds and investments don't make me unemployed." He snarled, "I told you, you can quit that job anytime, I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."

He picked you up, an easy motion as he carried you through the yacht, you struggled in his arms, your eyes wide, a frenzy surged through you, "Brahms!?" you choked, he laughed, "Brahms!"

"Princess, always trying to be independent and never letting me take care of you. Never let me have you in the way I need."

"You do take care of me!" You start with a panicked tone, "You do, I just need something for myself!" you watched as he kicked open the door to his room. Your blood went cold, body felt like ice. Your eyes flickered to the toys on the bed.

Brahms maneuvered you bridal style into his arms, "See those?" He stepped into the room, kicked the door closed behind himself. "See that cute plug? God always wanted to use that on you. And those cuffs? Oh god, the fun we're gonna have!" He nuzzled into you. "Gonna make your cunny feel so good. Get it dripping wet for my cock." He licked your cheek, "Messy you up with my seed."

You looked up to him, his grip on you tightened as he stared back at you, his eyes glossy, his brows angled down,

"Gonna treat you like the Princess you are."

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New to your Tumblr and super in love with your writing!!!! More dilf bo? It's so great. Love you.

Dad's Friend Bo x Female Reader!

DILF Bo - My Dilf Bo is also the reader's parent's neighbor. Thanks for being super in love with my writing! :) Love you too!

Short Drabble

Underthecut - NSFW, Daddy Kink, Bo hittin it from behind, Praise Kink, Public sex, Implied Creampie

Imagine Bo catching hosing off in your backyard and he's convinced you're putting on a show for him!

Bo's cock twitches as he watches you over the fence. Hose held up as the cold water washes over you. Nipples poking out through the thin material of the bikini.

He gives you a whistle, "Shit, Darlin, is that show just for me?"

You drop the hose in a panic. The water pooling around your feet as your hands fell to your sides. You bit your lip as your hands trail up your wet body. You saw Bo swallow as your hands' cup your chest, "Do you want a show, Daddy?"

Bo growls above you, his hand drug into your roots as another hand grips your hip. "Little one like you teasing Daddy, ain't ya?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Bo chuckles, dips down to kiss your cheek, "Need Daddy filling ya up?" Bo bottoms out of you, hard, rough strokes as he a deep rumble bubbles from his chest.

"Daddy, I want it." You lift your hips into him, ass pushing as far off the grass you can. "Fill me up, Daddy."

He licks his licks, "Good girl putting on a show for her Daddy. I think you deserve it."

Bo gave no shits it was Saturday afternoon with neighbors in their backyard. He was gonna let them know...

"C'mon, little one, scream for Daddy, let everyone know just who you belong to."

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Love your writing💕💕 If you can, could you do Michael having sex with a reader that has a big ol booty? Maybe with some body praise/dirty talking. Thank you!!

Michael Myers x Female Reader (With a big booty)

Thanks for loving my writing, anon!

To Michael requesters. I write Both JC and RZ Michael. If you ever want a specific one. Just let me know!

Dividers by - https://firefly-graphics.tumblr.com/

(Not and AU I repeat! Just regular ol Michael)

Underthecut - NSFW, Murder described in detail, Praise Kink, Vaginal sex, Oral -Female Recieving-, Biting, Blood, Spanking, and Creampie.

You entered your apartment with an audible sigh. The long day ached through your bones in all the worst ways. Michael's rough touch, his brutal fucking was the only way you wanted to fucking wrecked, have him leaving you absolutely aching in all the right ways.

"Michael?" You called out, "I'm home...I mean obviously." You tossed your keys on the counter, "Michael?" You called out as you removed your shoes and jacket, purse hung up on its hook. "Michael?" You shut the door, "Damn it, Mike..."

The apartment was a bachelor, he didn't have anywhere to hide beside the bathroom and behind the entertainment unit with the TV on top, blocking the view of your bed...

"I guess he's asleep." You shrugged your shoulders as you walked to your left to the kitchen, "A nice iced coffee should hit. Fuck if I care that it's late."

Michael kissed you goodbye as you stood at the door.

"Michael." He internally groaned, "If you're gonna kill someone. Keep it away from our place. Please?"

Michael cocked his head to the side and squinted at you. "Hm." He grunted in agreement.

"Michael, for the love of God, promise me you'll kill away from home?"

Michael scratched the back of his head, "I promise."

He groaned as you pulled him down for a kiss. He steadied his breathing as you placed your hand against his chest, your fingers gripped the blue cotton of his t-shirt. He relented to his own emotions as he pulled you in. His rough hands trailed down your back. He hissed into the kiss as his hands gripped your fleshy cheeks.

Michael groped your ass. His fingers dug in, cursed as your jeans formed a barrier between his fingers and your soft flesh.

"Michael," You moaned into the kiss, "Mike..." He forced his tongue into your mouth to explore yours. You whimpered as you made out with him. A shaky moan as he spread your cheeks apart through the jeans.

He pulled away from the kiss, spun you around, his large hand spread over your ass. He brought his hand down over your ass, he growled as he watched it shake. The ripple made his hardening cock twitch under his jeans.

Each spank had you choke out a moan. "Michael," You started, "I have to go!"

"Stay." spank "Stay with me" Spank "All day." Spank

You giggled. "Michael." You swatted at him, "Michael I hav-have, ow! To g-go to work, ow!"

"No."

You squirmed in his arm, his bicep flexed against yours as you were bent over. Each slap had him growling above you, "Such sexy fuckin ass." You whimpered at his words.

You rubbed your thighs together, the bubbling ache had heat spread over your cheeks to your ears. In one last attempt, " Michael if I don't work the bills won't get paid!" You screeched, your small hand pushed at his chest.

Michael held you, his hand rubbed your ass as if in a meek apology. He pulled you up and pulled you into a kiss. He cradled the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss.

A content hum left your lips as you melted into the kiss. "Ah!" Michael broke the kiss as he slapped your ass with enough force you stumbled out the front door.

He threw your purse at you, as he grabbed the door handle, "Bye, love you." He caught your shocked face before he slammed the door. He locked it before you could swing it back open.

"Michael Myers! You don't slam my door in my face!"

A throaty laugh as he walked away from the door, he sat down on the couch, eased himself into the cushions. "Have a good day at work!" He called back to you.

He heard you stomp down the apartment hall, even heard a few expletives.

He looked down at his crotch, his erection strained under his jeans. He sucked in a ragged breath as he palmed himself. He admired himself, your constant praise of his cock as he fucked into you made him swell with pride.

His muscles flexed as pulled his hand away. The intense need to rub one out to the thought of you wrapping your lips around his cock had released a throaty moan. The image of you riding him from behind, your fat ass bouncing on him, begging him to cum in you...He stood up. 'I'll save it for her.' he thought to himself.

He went to put on his uniform. He held the coveralls in his hand, he could smell the fabric softener of them. He always told you to never use that shit, "I can't be smelling like that damn teddy bear in the commercials" He'd rage at you. He loved it though, how you made sure to get out the bloodstains, left it smelling soft, always folded it as to not leave any wrinkles.

He pulled open the drawer that was built into the bed. He ran his fingers over his mask. He could smell the soap you used to wash it. His nose scrunched as ran his thumbs over it. The blood was off, "I hope the soap doesn't destroy the material." He mumbled to himself, mask tucked into his coveralls.

Michael's shoulders tensed as he dug the knife into the man's neck. The tip of the blade jutted out of the top of his skull. The man's brown eyes drained of light. The body slumped, the knife sliding further into the man's face.

Michael stood there, arm flexed as he held the man on his knife. He tilted his head, a sly smirk under his mask as he whipped the man off his knife.

The body slumped onto the concrete. It in a managed position on the cold ground, the yellow street lamp. The blood pooled around the body's head, a dark color mixed with the orange light on the concrete.

Michael exhaled. "Breath" he repeated to himself, "Breath." He turned away from the body, knife and mask tucked back into his coveralls. He got to the street before he sucked in a deep breath. the smell of the body no longer clung to the air around him as he turned the street.

"Should make her happy." He began, "took three buses just to get to this side of town." He found it funny how she'd berate him into making sure he killed away from home. Didn't care that he killed, just as long as he keeps it away from her.

Her, his mind raced to her. Her body under his, front faced down into the bed, her ass lifted by a pillow under her hips. How it slaps against his pelvis with every hard slam forward into her sodden cunt.

"Michael, please more," Hand running over her hair, hand resting on her neck, forcing her face back to look up at him.

The anxious, delirious, and wild look in her eyes always spurs him on.

He cleared his throat as he nodded to a man who walked past him. The man grimaced as he glanced over Michael, walked around Michael more than past him.

Michael raised a brow, looked over himself. "Ah." He grinned, his cock in a visible outline under the coveralls. He palmed himself as he walked, a cocky smile on his face as he picked up his speed, "Did say I'd save it for later."

"I guess he's asleep." You shrugged your shoulders as you walked to your left to the kitchen, "A nice iced coffee should hit. Fuck if I care that it's late."

Michael poked his head around the tv, he bit his lip as he saw you bent over as your attention was into the fridge to grab the milk. Your ass is in full view to him. He wanted to sink his teeth in it, leave a nice fresh welt on your pretty skin.

He thanked his stealth as he slinked up behind you. He paused as you still were bent over the fridge, humming some gratuitous pop song.

You shrieked as you were engulfed two strong arms, back flushed against a board chest. "Michael?" You panicked, legs kicked wildly as he carried you over to the bed. He threw you on, chuckled as you bounced on the mattress.

You looked at him, he was naked beside the dried blood on his hands. His cock was erect, a thin stream of pre-cum leaked from the tip. He yanked you by the ankles to the end of the bed. "Michael?" He ignored you as he tore off your jeans. You smiled as the panicked faded when he tore off your thong. You giggled as he turned you over, legs spread, pussy and ass exposed to him.

Michael, shook as he took in the sight, "So sexy," He croaked, "Pussy's such a pretty color." He mused, "Need a taste," You screamed into your hand when he licked from your clit, dipped his tongue into your cunt. His tongue rimmed your ass, "So fucking sexy." He growled, tongue lapped at your warm cunt, he swallowed what you had given him.

You rotated your hips into his tongue, a low whine when he wrapped his tongue around your clit, tongue darted over the sensitive little bud. Your legs shook as your cunt pulsed around nothing. "Mi-Michael...more..." You screamed into the bed as your orgasm washed over you.

Michael dipped his tongue further into you, a smirk as he felt your walls clench around his muscle. He pulled out, a cocky smirk as you whined from loss of contact. He gripped your ass with one hand, spread your cheek to the side. He spat on his cock as he rubbed it along your wet slit, "Want me, baby?"

"Y-Yes!"

"How bad, baby?"

"Mich-Michael, so bad, fuck. Pussy w-wants you."

He slapped his cock along your slit, he bucked forward, you both shared a gasp. His cock is hugged by your warmth. You cunt filled by his cock. "I'd say it does." He mused. He bucked forward, bottomed out you.

You sobbed as he spanked your ass, "Oh, shit." You gasped, "So good," You moaned as he filled you with every thrust, spanked you every time he bottomed out.

Michael stared transfixed on your ass. It how it shook so beautifully with every hard thrust. It bounced off his pelvis, "Such a sexy ass,"

"Not too big, Michael?"

"What do you think I love most about you?" You turned your face to see him flash you a cheeky smile. "This ass is perfect," He grunted as he slammed forward, rolled his hips into you, cock hit at a deep angle. "You always tease me." He spanked you, felt your body tense under him, "Bending over, asking to be used. You're lucky I haven't gone further."

You swallowed, the realization of his words had you moaning. His guttural groan the ache in your core stir.

"Such a sexy girl. So beautiful. Fucking perfect." He praised, "Soft skin, so fucking soft." He leaned down, kissed the corner of your mouth, "Fuckin perfect."

You mewled as he wrapped his arm around your neck. "Michael?" You questioned, eyes bugged out as he squeezed.

"Hm, my girl can handle it." He snaked his other hand in the front of your mouth, the smell of the blood dried on him hit you in a copper-filled wave.

You squeezed your eyes shut his cock throbbed in you, "Good girl, sexy fucking slut." A pitched whine struggled to leave your throat as Michael squeezed you, your orgasm quaked through your body. He roared as he squeezed you, his cock pulsed as he shot ribbon after ribbon of cum into your clenching cunt.

Michael huffed as he pulled out, sunk down, and sank his teeth into your ass. He grimaced as you howled and slapped at his face. He pulled off, face back to admire his handy work. A fresh mark on your ass, his teeth drew blood, your cunt leaked his seed. He spread your seed around with his fingers, pushed as much back inside of you as he could. His tongue licked over the blood on your ass.

You croaked as slinked back to you, wrapped you in strong arms. "Good girl. Pretty little thing. Did so good for me."

"Did I?" You questioned, doe eyes looked into his icy blue ones.

"Always, always so good to me."

You nuzzled into him closer, "Michael?"

"What now?"

You ignored his curt tone.

"Thanks for killing away from home."

He grunted, a small smile could be felt on his lips as he kissed your forehead.

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Brahms Heelshire x Female Reader

Yandere Brahms Part 2 (Part 1)

Song for the fic - VV Brown - Shark in the water

Divider from https://firefly-graphics.tumblr.com/

Underthecut - NSFW, Sex Toy use, Dark fic, DUBCON, Anal play, Creampie, Yandere Energy

Minors do not interact - 18+only

Brahms opened the door to the little sex shop, sandwiched between a Papa Johns and specialty blinds store. He nodded towards the two store clerks who only briefly looked up in acknowledgment, heads turned back to their movie on the laptop.

He walked through the quaint little store, its dingy fluorescent lights appeared to accentuate the grimy yellow titled floor perfectly. He squinted his eyes as he passed a pile of vintage magazines, ranging from seventies homosexual lifestyle to playmates of the past back in their prime. He shook his head playfully, remembered how Princess seemed to get a kick out of the magazines.

"It's like a blast from the past! and I find it hilarious they advertise so much Crisco."

He pursed his lips as he approached the wall of vibrators and dildos. Many caught his eye. A peach-colored one caught his eye, it wasn't nearly as large as he was, of course, it wasn't. "I nice warm-up." He muttered to himself. He grabbed it, turning it around to read the back of the package, "eight different pulsing actions, hm, eight intense speeds." He smirked, "Yes, a warm-up."

He scanned the wall, a pink, silicone hush butt plug. He snatched up, a wolfish grin on his face as he read the packaging, "Oh, it's a vibrator too." He scanned further, "Control with an app, ha, perfect, that'll be first to go in, and not the last thing to come out." He hummed giddily to himself.

His eyes caught the sight of a large dildo, an inch longer and half an inch thicker than him. Brahms bit back a low groan. His cock was large, he knew this. Large and thick, stretched out Princess perfectly each time. Loved watching her from behind just take his cock, her body handling his intense pounding to her wanting cunt. He mulled it over, the thought of his cock stretched her out so much, and watching her get stuffed again had him ground his foot into the floor.

He grabbed the large dildo, noticing its slightly odd shape, "Oh," His eyes widened in shock "It's a monster dildo, that's why it's so big." He grabbed it too.

Brahms left the wall, quickly scooped a bottle of lube in a small wicker basket at the corner of the isle. He stopped near the counter to drop his purchases at the counter, "Cuffs, restraints oh and lingerie?" He asked. One of the girls without looking up pointed towards the back of the store. He smiled his thanks and beelined for the back.

"Shit," He gasped, "Looky here." The restraints were placed next to the skimpy and cheap lingerie. He whistled as a cute pair of pink fluffy cuffs caught his eye, the image of Princess restrained, hands above her head and tied to the bedpost. Leaving him free to explore her, pinch her soft skin, suck her nipples, bite them as he pleases, dip his tongue lower and lower to her glistening pussy. He grumbled as he pictured eating her out for hours, edging her for the first half, get her a sobbing, pleading mess on his tongue. Wanted to have her cum over and over again, a sensitive little mess, begging him to fuck her, no no, he wanted to taste her sweet honey, lap at her cunny, service his Princess.

Brahms looked down, his cock strained in his jeans. He looked to the lingerie. A content gasp as he eyed the pretty sets. Nurse outfits, some more revealing than others. His mind raced to Princess, "The only thing I can do to help your balls is to milk you, sir. I understand the treatment might be a tad exhilarating but it's the only way." Cheesy dialogue aside, the image of her in the nurse outfit, sucking him off with energy thrilled him down to his core. Her hands barely wrapping around his cock as her pretty mouth swallowed him over and over again, "You need to cum, sir. Don't you want me to help?" Cumming down her throat was always the best remedy after a bad day.

He settled on a little pink baby-doll set. See-through and would fall halfway down her ass. It is tied in the front with a cute soft white ribbon. "Like a gift." He whispered.

Brahms grabbed the pink cuffs and baby-doll. He eyed a heart-shaped leather paddle. "She is naughty..." He cocked his head to the side, Princess bent over his lap as he spanked her till her ass was raw with his handy work had him flash a devious smile.

The clerks mindlessly bagged his purchases. Eyes still glued to their movie. "Thank you!" Brahms said in a sing-song-tone, a pep to his step as he left.

He excited to the store and looked down in the bag, his purchases all placed together, he sucked in a breath. "Perfect." He looked up and made his way down the street, "Perfect."

Brahms maneuvered you bridal style into his arms, "See those?" He stepped into the room, kicked the door closed behind himself. "See that cute plug? God always wanted to use that on you. And those cuffs? Oh god, the fun we're gonna have!" He nuzzled into you. "Gonna make your cunny feel so good. Get it dripping wet for my cock." He licked your cheek, "Messy you up with my seed."

You looked up to him, his grip on you tightened as he stared back at you, his eyes glossy, his brows angled down,

"Gonna treat you like the Princess you are."

You eyed the toys on the bed. The butt plug out of its package, the cuffs laid next to it, the peach-colored dildo, the heart-shaped leather paddle. The large studded dildo made your throat tighten.

"As much I love that sexy little bikini on your fuckin' sexy body. You'd look even better in something else I got you."

"No."

Brahms laughed as he squeezed you tighter to himself. "It's cute you think you have a choice." He caught you inhaling, chest puffed up, a gleeful smile played over his face as you screamed. His laugh mocked you, little effort used as you squirmed in his arms. "You can scream all you want. The staff won't help you, not like they would if they could hear you." He chuckled.

Your bottom lip trembled as your eyes avoided the sight of the bed, they locked onto the door. "Brahms," He murmured a 'what?' "Just regular sex stuff." You said dryly.

"Regular stuff?" He threw you onto the bed, "After you've been holding out on me?"

You narrowed your eyes to him, "Holding out?" You scrambled on the bed, kicking away the toys, "Brahms, we fuck near constantly when not busy."

"Yes, when not busy. And for the next week, we, more specifically, you, won't be busy."

You gripped the pink bed sheets, your chest heaved at a rapid pace. You watched as he went to stand at the end of the large bed. He pulled off his shirt, you looked down to notice his cock. It strained under his shorts. You whined, hated how the sight of his hand rubbing his clothes cock made your pussy ache.

He smiled darkly, "This gets you going, doesn't it?" He shucked off his shorts, his cock sprung free. He gripped it by the base, shook it, "Fuck, you get me so fucking hard, Princess." He slid his hand over his shaft, thumb twirled around his head, "Got me fucking leaking already, love."

You looked away, the heat spread over your cheeks. His eyes flickered to your front, a silent command. You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Don't," You started, "Can there be a safe word?"

"No."

Your blood went cold. You cunt ached at his low answer.

"Take that Bikini off, and open up that little package on the bed."

You stilled, then acquiesced. You pulled off the expensive little number he had bought you, watched as a wolfish grin spread over his lips as you revealed more of yourself to him. You removed the bottoms, both of you shared pitchy gasps as your pussy was exposed. You shied away, a thin trail of slick snapped away from the crotch of the bikini bottoms.

"Oh, fuck, Princess," Brahms croaked, "Fucking dripping for me, aren't you, love?" He steadied himself with a shaky breath. "Hurry, get that baby-doll set on, right now." He pumped his cock as he watched you do as he said. Watched as your eyes widened at the pink little number. "Put it on," You did as he said, fingers delicately tied up the white ribbon in the front. Brahms crawled onto the bed, his cock leaked precum down onto the sheets. He grabbed the pink and fuzzy handcuffs.

His eyes were paralyzed on you, your body wearing the perfect little outfit. You looked perfect, "You look like a present, a present all for me."

Brahms lunged at you, overpowered you, with ease he had your wrists above your head. You panicked as he cuffed you, the fluffy material tickled your wrists. He hauled you with no effort up the bed, a rope already in place to wrap around the chain of the cuffs. "I will not restrain your mouth, and I will not restrain your legs," He kissed your forehead, licked off a thin layer of sweat, "I trust my Princess not to put up much of a fight...I mean..." His finger dipped past your wet olds, "It's fairly obvious, love, that you want it."

You whined and pulled on at the cuffs. Muscles ached as you tugged with force. You watched as Brahms grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, he grabbed the butt plug and let the lube fall over the pink device.

"This first, I'll be gracious and set it on the lowest setting...for now." He laughed as he sank back to the bed, slapped your thighs apart as he placed the plug at your tight muscle, "The lube should be decent enough. I love eating your ass, Princess. You know this, but your delicious pussy needs my tongue far more."

You threw your head back as he pushed the plug past your clenched hole. He cooed at you, told you to just relax, to just accept the inevitable. You moaned as it slid all the way into you, your pussy throbbed in response to your ass being filled.

Brahms rushed for his phone, a maniacal laugh as he turned it on. A booming laugh thundered throughout the room as your hips bucked into the air as the plug sprung to life. You fought the urge to close your legs to him. He rewarded your reaction and effort by tossing his phone to the side. He crawled up the bed, his hands found purchase on the back of your thighs. He whistled at the sight before him, your cute little ass stuffed, your needy pussy dripping in need.

"What a cute colour," He cooed as his tongue plunged into your wet heat. You sobbed as you could feel his thick tongue prob you. He moaned into you, swallowed what you had to offer, "Princess," he pulled away, a cocky smile as you whined from the loss of contact, "So fucking yummy for me, like this pussy just knows when I need it." He plunged his tongue back in with a groan, it rotated inside you before he pulled out.

You looked at him through lidded eyes, his chin and stubble glistened from your juices. He didn't bother to wipe himself clean. He grabbed the peach vibrator, it clicked the bottom, the electric hum filled the room. You squirmed in place, hips bucked in anticipation. "Needy?" He asked. You bit your lip, turned your face away.

Brahms brought the device to your clit. Your pitched scream had him grab his cock as he jerked himself. He moved the vibrator around your clit, your bucking and keening had you exactly where he wanted you.

The vibrator sent wave after wave of need through you. Your moans shook, chest heaved, your cheeks were hot. You licked your lips, a desperate moan as Brahms dipped over you to kiss you. His tongue worked its way around yours, you tasted yourself on his tongue. He explored your mouth as he flicked the button on the vibrator, the increased speed had you scream into his mouth.

Your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as Brahms brought you close to the brink.

He felt you tense, tongue no longer prodding against his. He dipped the vibrator past your folds, clicked the button again as the buzz intensified. Your pussy finally clenched around an cock. Your mind raced to picture Brahms slam his cock into you, his large cock being the one to stuff you full. Anything, anything to ease the ache the vibrator refused to mend.

"You like this?" He asked, he dipped back down for another deep kiss. "Your body sure seems to like it." He kissed down your chin, down your neck, a bite on your collar bone before he yanked down some of the baby-doll and captured a nipple into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out as he suckled, his tongue flicked over the hard bud.

The three sensations had you moan and sob as your pussy clenched around the hard silicone. Your ass squirmed as the vibrator sent a ripple up your back. The dull buzz brought you close but not enough to ease you.

Brahms pulled the vibrator out of your pussy, he grinned as you sobbed at the loss of semi-full feeling. He let go of your tit was an audible pop as he brought the vibrating toy to your lips, "Open your mouth and give it a taste." You shook your head, a vain attempt to pull away was halted by Brahms shoving the toy past your lips.

The involuntary moan spilled around the toy and Brahms groan at the sight. He gripped his cock harder, his nostrils flared as your tongue eagerly tasted yourself on the hard plastic, "Beautiful, love." He kissed your cheek, pulled out the buzzing toy, flicked it off, and tossed it off the bed.

"Were you yummy, Princess?"

You whined, your eyes squeezed shut to avoid his smolder.

"Let me taste," He captured your lips in a fervent kiss, his tongue wrapped around yours. His timbered groan was an audible approval of the taste.

He pulled away, his cheeks flushed as he took you in. "So much I wanna do to you. I want you desperate for me, I want you begging for me." He kissed your forehead, "I want you begging for me to stop. The pleasure too much you can't even think with that baby brain of yours."

Brahms scooted back down to your cunt, he eagerly lapped at you. His lips wrapped around your clit, he sucked and flicked your sensitive nub.

You bucked into his tongue with every hard suck and flick. Your legs wrapped around his head, the dull throbbing from your ass mixed in a haze.

You screamed as your coil snapped. Brahms chuckled into you as your legs squeezed him to you. His hands trailed your body, large hands pinched your tits, a harsh tug as you arched your back.

As much as he wanted to stay situated between your legs, tasting you for hours, edging you for hours like he wanted. His cock throbbed, his gyrating into the bed did little to dull his need. He smiled to himself as your legs refused to let him go, he reluctantly pried them off. He pushed on the back of your thighs, lifted your hips off the bed. He rolled his hips forward, watched as his large cock slide along your pulsing folds.

The heat had him choke back a sob. His cock looked monstrous against your pretty pussy. "This pussy is just begging to be fucked by me. Stretched by me." He sneered down at you, a wicked glint in his eyes, "Owned by me." He growled as he slapped his cock along your heat.

You yelped as he spun you around, pulled you up to your hands and knees. You heard Brahms grab for something, the searing pain mixed with the loud slap had you keel over.

Brahms hissed through his teeth, "Gonna make you look so beautiful." Another sharp slap with the heart-shaped paddle, "My love, my Princess." He cooed. The audible slaps mixed with your screams.

"Brahms!" you pulled yourself back to your hands, he spanked you again, the sting made your legs shake, "Brahms, please!" You pleaded. "Just st-"

"Stop? Why should I?" He spanked you, again and again, switched between cheeks, the bruising formed with each powerful slap. He snarled as he yanked a fist full of your hair, your face slightly turned to look upon him. You searched his face his stare was icy, his demeanor was tense.

"I want your cock," You panted, "I want it in me, now." You punctuated the last word. You sucked in air through your nostrils, your ass shook, the sting seared over your legs.

Brahms cocked his head, brought his leaking cock to your ass, he slapped his cock over the vibrator still in your ass, "You like this?"

"Yes..."

Not good enough, "I said, do you like this?"

You breathed in heavily, "I love it, Brahms." The scream that ripped out of your throat as he plunged into you bounced off the walls.

He slammed back and forth into you, his hands gripped your hips, nails dug into your soft flesh. "Fuck," He huffed, "Look at you," He growled as he leaned over you, his chest on your back, "Easily taking this cock. Pussy so fucking ready for me."

You shook your head as his hand slipped from your hair to your neck, he squeezed your throat. With every squeeze around your neck, your cunt clenched around his cock. He kissed your cheek, his stubble scratched your cheek. "Brahms," You choked, "Brahms, please, slow down."

He sped up, ragged breaths in your ear, "Slow down?" He nipped your ear, a dark chuckle as you moaned, "You keep clenching around me, keep sucking me in. You want me to stop and we haven't gotten started!" He pushed your lips onto him, tongue licked over your shut lips, "Were here for five days. No one else. No one but you and me. How it's meant to be."

You shuddered as his eyes went dark, brows furrowed. Your mind raced to the relationship. Your friends said he was dedicated to you. Your co-worker, Freddy always warned you about him.

"You don't see how he looks at you, do you? He leers at you. He's always a step away from you when together. He's practically your shadow."

Freddy's words echoed in your head as knees and palms wobbled. Brahms's cock stuffed you full every time he bottomed out.

"You know he called once, asked the boss if you could have the weekends off."

"No, he didn't, Fred."

"Yeah he did, why do you think you work more weeknights now?

"Brahms doesn't have that much pull."

Brahms's nails dug into your hip, "Fuck I love pulling you back onto my cock." He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, mumbled, "You feel so good, love." He squeezed your neck, a harsh guttural noise choked out of you, he squeezed tighter. "I'll let go if you beg. Hm. Beg for me, love."

He tightened his grip once last time before air filled your lungs as he let go. You coughed, spit trailed down your chin. "I want you," Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, "I want you." You repeated it over and over again, the sliver of doubt the apprehension you had for the future. Your future with Brahms. The social divide was thrown out the window with each, "I want you."

"That's my Princess," His pitchy moan sent a chill down your spine, "I love you,"

"I love you, I love you, I love you." You panted between moans. "I love you." Your core tightened as you felt Brahms's cock throb in you. "Close, baby? Are you close?"

He whined over you, his body pushed you down flat on the bed. "I'm close, so close, love." He bit down into your neck, made you scream. He lapped up the blood that flowed from the wound, "Always with me."

You sobbed as you came undone. Your pussy clenched around Brahms's cock, he roared above you, his hand clenched around your neck as his seed spilled deep inside you. He grunted as he pulled out of you, spreading your pussy lips apart to watch his seed drip out of you. He slapped your sore ass, "Good girl, beautiful..."

You cried as he flipped you over. His fingers pulled at the white ribbon on the baby doll lingerie. He sucked in a breath as he opened it up, "My present," He laughed as his eyes went back to watch his seed drip out of you, "A little-used before I could fully unwrap her," He grinned.

Brahms reached for his phone, his thumb swiped up, and the plug buzzed with intensity. Brahms placed his large hand over your crotch, holding you down as you attempted to buck wildly. He entered you, "I didn't tell you I can feel the plug in you, the vibrations are out of this word, love." He tossed his phone as he gripped your hips. "Tits look amazing," He croaked, a thin layer of sweat over his body, his muscles flexed as he squeezed you.

"Tell me, you like this?" He huffed and groaned, "Well?"

The tears fall freely, "Yes, Brahms, I love it."

"Promise you'll always be with me?"

"Yes."

"You don't need that job, will you quit?"

"Yes!"

"Promise?" He pressed your knees to your chest, you shared a moan at the new angle.

"I promise!"

Brahms replayed the words over and over, 'I promise' He smiled to himself. Brahms promised you the world when you started dating. You had laughed at him, a playful one that. He meant it. He would give you the world if you asked.

Brahms slinked off the bed, he turned to her. Even with his seed drying on her face and hair, she looked peaceful.

He reached for his phone, a dreamy smile on his face as he flicked through the pictures he had taken, whistled at the one of her taking the studded dildo into her sore cunt, admired some of the videos, especially the one he forced her to hold his cum on her tongue. "God she looks perfect." He said to himself.

He dialed a number, a laugh on the other end as Norman answered,

"Brahms! I haven't heard from you in two days? Done already?"

Brahms returned a dark chuckle, "Not done yet," He turned to her on the bed, he reached out and lightly touched her curves, "She broke, just a little during the first fuck, she's succumbed even more. I still give it till the last day before I have her completely devoted to me."

Norman sighed, "You put in her two weeks at the cafe?"

"I just forced her to quit over the phone. Real brutal too. She can never go back and she struggled to get a job in the first place..so if she has no glowing references..."

"Ah, good, make it hard on her."

"Where she only needs me." He made his way to the bathroom, "I'll have to let you go, Norman. I need to freshen up for Princess."

Norman's chuckle blared out the speaker, "Damn, Brahms. Really gonna torment her now, aren't you?"

Brahms looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was wild with a greasy shine. His chest hair was sticky and clung to his chest. His cock was covered in cum and spit. "Only because I love her."

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Vincent Sinclair x Reader (F)

College au with Vincent and Bo. Twin brothers who happen to share a dorm room. You are dating Bo, who treats you like shit and Vincent can't stand it, until it begins to benefit him.

Under the cut - Smut, Fluff, Cheating, Fingering, Oral/female receiving/, Creampie. Long fic.

Vincent couldn't believe it, his brother's sexy little girlfriend getting railed on his bed, by his cock, all with his brother dead asleep next to him, none the wiser.

Vincent couldn't help but want you. The first time he met you, you were being held protectively by Bo. His long arm around your shoulder, hand on his hip "Hey, ya stupid turd! make sure yer ass ain't in the room t'night! Me and this one got some shit to do." Fuck, Bo couldn't even properly introduce you, treated you like some fuck doll in the presence of his own brother.

You shook Vincent's hand, commenting on his hair and how soft it looked. Asking what shampoo he used and any care tips. Vincent knew you weren't flirting, just being nice but that didn't stop his heart from practically beating out his chest.

He remembers the time you sat on Bo's bed, crying, sobbing really, after he left you there, post fucking, mumbling about how mean he was. No doubt Bo's vulgar words slurred into genuine degradation. Vincent had walked in on you sobbing, trying not to make things awkward he offered to take you to Dairy Queen. He felt like shit, here was his brother's girl who just got fucked and now Vincent was buying her food.

He loved that date, can he call it a date? You laughed at his jokes, listened patiently for him to get all the words out. Asked him how class was going, if he was excited for his next art show. He knew for sure you weren't just being nice when it came to that date, he could see the way your eyes lit up at his own excitement. That felt good, not since his mom has someone showed him such genuine happiness for his craft.

"Sorry for...my brother." Vincent apologized for Bo. You shook your head and waved it off. Blaming yourself. Vincent clenched his fists, "No, you have nothing to be sorry for!"

The one time you and Vincent decided to study in the library, far away in the back corners as to not be seen. He sat close, so close you could feel his long hair tickling your arm. He enjoyed the way you looked up to him, asking him questions about what he was studying. Enjoyed the way you tried your best not to bust a gut when he made a silly art history joke. Whenever he laughed, he would lean into you, testing to see if you leaned away from his large frame. You obviously never did.

That night, he was really glad it was you pushing into him.

Bo came back from his shift at the shop. Drunk and tired.

"Is Y/N coming by?" Vincent asked trying not to sound curious, more of a general question.

"Wha? huh, oh, no, shit, I don't know." Bo slunk into his bed. He didn't even bother taking his greasy coveralls off. "Hey, Vin, what ya think of that one girl?

"Be more specific, there are four billion girls on the planet. Which one?"

"Fuckin' smart ass. I mean that cute one who works at the bar?"

Vincent grimaced, hating the way his brother could just disregard you. "You have a girlfriend, you know, Y/N? ring a bell?"

Bo stared at the ceiling, eyes struggling to stay open. He raised his eyebrows in the realization that, oh yeah, Y/N was his girlfriend. "Shit, yeah, I guess so..." Bo closed his eyes, sleep quickly overtaking him.

Vincent grumbled, turning his attention to his Eric Carle book. He didn't get far into the pretty pictures on the pages as he heard a light knocking on the door.

Vincent rushed to open it and there was you, hugging yourself with tears running down your cheeks. You looked up at Vinny, almost pitifully. "He, never showed up for our date." You peered into the room and saw Bo passed the fuck out. Your nose scrunched up, the smell of cheap alcohol hitting you.

Vincent dragged you into the dimly lit dorm room. You took in Bo's side. Messy, in every sense of the word and then there was Vincent's. The occasional thing out of place but over all, neat. Bo's bed was a perpetual mess, he rarely washed his sheets. Then there was Vinny who kept his clean. Very clean, it always smelled of tide pods and was always made.

Vincent ushered you onto his bed. Both of you sitting up against the wall, his hand running up and down your forearm. You leaned into his touch, head resting on his shoulder practically nuzzling him.

Vincent looked down at you, his eye wide, his cheek was red. He used his free hand to wipe away the remaining tears, mumbling how stupid his brother is.

"I'm stupid for not ending it. But if I end it, I'm scared I won't get to see you anymore."

Wait, was that what you were worried about? If so, Vincent would have reassured you sooner that it wouldn't have been the case.

Vincent smashed his lips onto yours. You opened your mouth to let his tongue in. Enjoying the way he was dominating the kiss. Also never hurts that Vincent doesn't taste like he eats cigarettes.

You ran your hands up and down Vincent's chest, loving the feeling of his pecs flexing under your touch. You moved your hands under his baggy sweater, wanting to feel more of him, wanting to know if his skin was as warm as his kiss.

Vincent trembled at your touch, it was just his chest being caressed but it was something, so far. He ran his large hands over your arms, sliding them onto your stomach and to your breasts. He tore your sweater off, loving the way your hair got ruffled in the process.

You squeezed your arms together, pushing your exposed tits close to one another. Vincent moaned, loving that you weren't wearing a bra under your sweater.

He leaned into your tits, greedily sucking on your left nipple, using his teeth to scrape along the hardening bud. His left hand trailed it's way under your skirt. He pulled the panties to the side, and sunk two digits into your wet pussy. He moaned, eyes flickering towards his brother for any sign of movement. None.

"Vinny, Vinny please, suck harder." you trembled and keened. You tug at his sweater, he releases your nipple with a harsh pop, throwing his large sweater onto Bo's side. He mouth trailed wet kisses to your right nipple, never bringing it in his mouth, he simply gave it nips with his teeth then soothed it with his tongue.

You felt your pussy pulse around his fingers. He pushed them as deep as he could. "Play with my clit, please Vinny." you whispered and he gave you a nod. His thumb sliding along your folds to your swollen clit. He loved how needy you were being.

Wanting to feel all of him, and wanting that ache in your cunt to be filled, you pushed him away for a brief second to remove your skirt and panties. Vincent stripped down from his baggy pants and briefs. You took each other in. Vincent loving everything about you. Your eyes, hair, soft skin, suck-able tits, cute tummy and your wanting pussy.

You took in Vincent. He was similar to Bo, being twins and all but Vincent surprisingly had more shoulder muscles and larger pecs. Bo had strong legs. Loving how his black hair fell over his muscular shoulders, you reached out to him, hands wandering down his torso, fingers running over his abs peaking through. He was hairy, more than Bo was. His cock was longer, you licked your lips and ran a hand along his shaft.

"I can't wait till this cock fills me. Will you fill me up, Vin?" you quietly plead. Vincent lets out a low growl and kisses you. hands running down your back to your ass, lifting you back onto the bed.

He spread your legs wide, ass nearly hanging off the side of the bed. Vincent kneeled down, his mouth inches away from your wet pussy.

"Vinny, pl-please, stick your cock in."

Vincent shook his head. Not yet, he wanted to savor this. One night when Bo left him alone in his room, heading off to a date with you, he pulled out his cock and rubbed one out. Right onto a pair of panties you mistakenly left on the dorm room floor. He inhaled them, smelling your cute cunt on the lace. He thought about how your pussy would taste, how wet you'd get on his tongue. How much you'd beg for him to make you feel good. To let you cum, cum right on his tongue.

Vincent let his seed coat the crotch of the panties, watching as it dried, he folded them up nicely and put them in the drawer with your overnight clothes. Vincent got a sick sense of satisfaction knowing you wore his seed.

Vincent gave your pussy one powerful lick, from your asshole to your clit. You threw your head back, hand flying over your mouth to hold back the moan. Vincent went from long powerful licks to just flicking his tongue on your clit.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Loving how soft and long it was. You'd give him a light tug whenever you sent a jolt through you. He hummed and ran his right hand up your stomach to your nipple. Pinching and squeezing it between his index and thumb.

Vincent went to focus on just your clit, mouth sucking hard while his tongue danced across the little bundle of nerves. His left hand came to rest under his chin. Fingers circling your entrance. You mumbled out a "please, stick them in." he happily did so. Happy but with enough force you let out a whine.

You snap your head up, eyeing Bo. He shifted slightly, then continued with his snoring. Thank God.

Nipple being played with, your cunt being spread open by some skillful fingers and your clit receiving the best head it's ever received, made you see stars.

Vincent could see your body tense just before your orgasm hit. Your cunt clenched around his two fingers, pulsing around them. Your back arched and you whimpered sweet nothings. He chuckled when he felt your hands move from his hair to his forehead, trying to push him away.

"Please, Vin, it's too much." You plead. He laughs and gives your clit a few more sloppy kisses. He easily pushes your head up onto his pillow. Kissing his way up to you, dragging him by his shoulders, his lips hover over yours.

"Want to taste yourself, hm?" He gives a cheeky smile. You nod desperately. He smiles and leans in. You crash your lips onto him, tongue dominating his. You both moan, hands running up and down each other.

Vincent grabs the base of his cock and teases his head around your entrance.

You pull away from the kiss "Vin, I'm clean and I'm on birth control, so..." Vincent knows this, he's overheard you talking with Bo about it one night.

He gives a reassuring smile and slowly pushes his cock into your wanting, wet, pussy.

Your knees shook, back arching painfully. He wasn't as thick as Bo, but long, long and he was hitting spots Bo never could. You placed your hands on Vincent's back, loving how small they were on his wide frame. Vincent snaked one arm under you and another on his head board to steady himself.

He fucked you, fucked you like his life depended on it. He was hitting deep, deep and steady. He leaned his head down a little "You're so fucking sexy." he rasps. You moan and place your hand on his disfigured cheek. He didn't pull away, he leaned into the touch. Turning his head to the side, he gave your palm a quick kiss.

Vincent grabbed one of your legs and pushed it onto your chest, laughing at the way your eyes rolled back into your skull at the feeling of his cock hitting new places in you.

"Vinny, I'll cum. I'll cum if you keep it up." You whined. You wanted to cum so bad but you wanted this to last longer.

"I'd like that, but not yet." He said as he quickly maneuvered you to your knees, hands on the bed. Ass up and pussy dripping. Vincent gave you one long lick before shoving his cock back in. Both of you groan.

"Vinny, move!" But he just keeps still. Body shaking at the sight of his long cock fully sheathed in you. You bucked back into him. Pussy wanting to feel fucked and full.

Vincent grabs at your ass, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He slams you back down onto him, perfectly timed with your own.

Vincent leaned back as he fucked you, loving the way his cock plowed in and out of you. licking his lips at the sight of your juices coating his cock. Loving the way you kept praising him.

"Vinny, you feel so big."

"God, you're wrecking my pussy, Vin."

"So sexy, Vinny."

He leans over you, his long hair flowing over your head. "Can I, cum in you?" He prays you say yes.

You let out some incoherent words and nod. Vincent felt your pussy pulse, getting a tad more sloppy from his question alone.

"Okay, it's coming." he said and began to piston in and out of you. you threw your head back, hand flying back to your mouth to muffle the loud moan.

Vincent continued his brutal pace. Loving the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock. "Shit, shit, your pussy is milking me." He groans, gives one last thrust and you both nearly scream.

You feel Vincent cum deep within you, his white hot cum coating your insides, painting you white. Vincent loving the natural feeling. His first time ever coming in a girl.

He pulls out, loving the pop noise his cock makes leaving your pussy. He spreads your pussy lips apart, watching his cum drip out of you. 'Shit, better commit that to the spank bank' he says to himself.

You flop down onto the bed, reaching your arms out to him. Vincent pulls you into his strong arms, hands on your back pulling you closer into himself. He places kisses along the crown on your head. You nuzzle into his chest placing the occasional kiss.

Vincent peered over to his brother. All the moaning, whimpering, skin slapping, bed creaking didn't stir the drunken bastard across from them.

"Vinny, can I tell you something?" you look up at him. He smiles and nods. "I've liked you for a while and, well, y'know I thi-"

Vincent beamed and didn't let you finish "Wanna be together?" The chemistry was obvious but he still worried if you gave him a n-

"Yes!" Yes! of course!" You stretched your neck up to kiss his lips.

He deepened the kiss, smiling and holding you even closer. You both made small talk until you drifted off to sleep. Vincent took one last look over at Bo. He shook his head. Bo didn't deserve you, never did. He smiled to himself, he couldn't wait to see Bo's face. Bo's girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend, sleeping peacefully in his little brother's arms.

[slasherfics]

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

THIS is a NONCON fic. Please don't read and then get shocked at what you read. You are reading this at your own risk! You cannot get shocked at the content here if you are sensitive to NONCON and read anyways. I am not responsible if you choose to still read this and it's upsetting. Also, there is Forced Breeding included! Read at your own risk.

When I get an AO3, I will be posting this there.

Underthecut - NSFW, NON-CON, Cheating -forced- Oral -Female receiving- Forced Breeding/Forced pregnancy, Degradation. Tagged as Dark Fic

Sinclair Brothers College AU Part 2 Part 1 is here!

Bo will never forget that morning. Never forgot your angelic face buried into his brother's chest, Vincent's face buried into the top of your head, nose nuzzled into your hair.

His voice had hurt for the three days after all the screaming he had done, his knuckles bruised for weeks after he and Vincent drew blows.

He could still hear your screaming, this shrill piercing scream for him to stop. To stop hurting him, to stop hurting Vincent.

Not one scream for him, his well-being.

Bo left the room with a bruised lip and ego.

The image of you comforting Vincent, rubbing his knuckles, kissing his cheek burned in his head. He replayed it over and over.

Bo couldn't get over how everyone seemed to approve of the whole ordeal.

That friend of yours had come running up to you, congratulating you on finally getting with Vincent. Even her tall British boyfriend paid a compliment.

His own friends even poked fun, how stupid he was not to see Vincent slowly making his moves. Vincent and you at the Dairy Queen, you at his art show, how both of you spent hours at the library.

How'd he miss all that?

Bo walked into his dorm, slamming the door behind him as he whipped off his hat, he frowned as he flopped onto the bed. back against the wall as he took in the room.

The large varnished bricks painted a light blue, years of new coats of paint chipping off in the corners. The yellow fluorescent light struggling to light up the room, no doubt the same light from when the dorm was built.

Bo took in his brother's side. Neat, save for a few books littered around, a few on his desk, three on the floor, two on the bed, and Y/n's cellphone.

Bo shot up, eagerly rushing over to Vincent's bed, hands immediately on your phone. He held it in his hands, smirking at the pink phone case with a bear's face on the back. He swiped his thumb over the screen, he grits his teeth at the image of you and Vincent on your home screen. Vincent held his arm around you as he kissed your cheek.

"Putz," he mumbled to himself, Bo's thumb lingered over your lock screen. He pressed in the four numbers, "Shit. She must have changed it." Bo looked up, going over what your new passcode could be. The old one was the date you and him started dating. Bo made sure it was that, and that way he had access to your phone whenever you were careless enough to leave it about.

Bo smiled as he knew what the passcode was. If his brother was anything like him, he'd be just as possessive, "Ding!" Bo tapped his foot in excitement as your phone opened up, he went right to your gallery, brows turned down in disgust.

Picture after picture of you and Vincent. Some tame, others, Bo whistled at the picture of you sucking off Vincent. He hated it, seeing your pretty little face lavish his brother's cock, but for Bo, it was easy just to picture his own in its place.

Another photo, you with your legs spread, hand over your mouth, embarrassed as your pussy was covered in Vincent's seed.

Bo groaned, "Little fuckin' whore." He pressed his feet into the ground, steadying himself. He was taken back to when he'd do the same to you, make you beg for his cum to coat your needy pussy. He licked his lips as he could hear your little whines and begs.

"Cum on my pussy, Bo." Fuck and you sounded so perfect.

"Cum on my pussy, Vinny." He cursed as your voice played over in his head. Hating how easily he could hear your sweet voice be so dirty for his brother.

Bo kept scrolling, his stomach churned, cock-stiffening as he scanned more and more pictures.

Videos, ranging from thirty seconds to two minutes in length. He pressed one, the image of you riding his brother played immediately.

"Oh, Vinny, your cocks making me feel so full." Bo groaned, he turned up the volume to hear the vulgar slaps of your ass against his brother's pelvis. "Oh, Fuck Vinny." Bo watched as you fell onto Vincent's chest as he lifted you, fucking up into you at a fast pace.

Bo watched till the end, his ears burning as your moans and whimpers wafted through the shitty phone speaker. He palmed his erection as he watched Vincent cum deep in you, his brother's disgusting grunts and growls had him snarling.

Bo's eyes remained on the screen. They widened as Vincent pulled out, carelessly spreading your legs open to the camera, both your face and Vincent are not visible, but your pussy was bared. He watches as his brother's seed leaked out of you, hearing Vincent mumbling at what a good little princess you are, how you were made to used, made to be a good little cum dump.

Bo shook, knuckles going white as he held the phone. Your whimpering approval of Vincent's words, how Vincent scooped his cum back up into you...

Bo snapped out of his anger as a text popped up,

-Hey, meet you at the library, I'll only be able to study briefly, I have a surprise shift at the hospital.-

Bo tapped it, immediately taken to your messages with Dan.

Everything between you and Dan was mundane. Study dates that often included Herbert and just random memes.

He exited out, looking over all the people you've been texting. Your texts with him deleted, he huffed as he continued. That girl dating the tall British guy. That weird Billy kid, Freddy, your mom, your boss, and Vincent.

He sat down on his bed as he went through the texts. Some of the texts were mundane, how are you, I'm good. I love you and can't wait to see you.

Bo froze, laughing to himself, leaning back onto the bed as he read the recent texts,

-Remember those awful cramps I've been having? My doctor said it was birth control. I'll be going off it for a few weeks and will be getting that Implanon thing.-

Bo checked the date, "Two weeks ago." he said to himself as he kept reading.

-So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month.-

-That's okay. We can keep it safe for now. One day though you'll be off that stuff ;)-

Bo shook his head, of course, his brother would be on that train of thought. Getting you pregnant. Watching your belly grow with babe.

Bo seethed, hand running down his front, cock pulsing at the image of you, begging for his cum, asking him to impregnate you. Your belly swelling with the Sinclair seed, his large hand rubbing over you, kissing your cheek, amazed at the changes in your body.

Your tits swelling, begging for Bo to ease the ache in them. Cock stiffening as he suckles on your tender tits.

Bo's attention was snapped back to reality as the door's handle justled. He quickly exited out of the texts, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the bed, burying his face into his pillow, grunting as his cock angled into the bed painfully.

Vincent stepped in, sneering at his brother. "She forgot something, I won't be long." He mumbled, hand going for your phone.

"Y'her lap dog or some? She can't come get it herself?"

"I don't trust you alone with her." Vincent gave your phone a once over before grabbing a few books, "I'll be gone tonight, I work late, so you can invite that 'cute' girl from the bar." Vincent coughed as he finished his sentence.

"Yeah, yeah..." Bo eyed his brother, pulling his pillow closer into his face.

"You didn't touch this, did you?" Vincent waved the phone around, giving it a once over.

"Why would I touch her shit?"

Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "Bye," He opened the door, "Oh, and Lester is inviting us to a barbeque, he expects you to be there."

Bo flinched as his brother slammed the door. He sat up, freeing his cock, the images of you and Vincent still in his mind, the image of himself pushing Vincent away to replace Vincent's seed with his own...

"The library..." he said to himself, the image of you at the library, pushed over onto one of the corner desks, hidden away from everyone, his cock buried deep inside, pleading with him to cum inside.

Bo gripped the base of his cock, squeezing to let more of his precum drip out, watching as it fell along the side.

"That'd look a lot better in the place it belongs."

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You and Vincent stood in front of the campus library, he ran his hands up and down your sides, pinching your ass when he dipped low.

"Vinny!" He playfully pinched his arm, kissing his cheek as you giggled.

"Can't help it, you're so cute." He kissed you again, tongue wrapping around yours, he pushed you closer into himself, your moan being suppressed by the kiss.

You reluctantly pulled away, "I gotta meet Dan. I need his help with my paper. Thanks for getting my phone."

Vincent nodded at you, kissing your cheek again, "I know, I don't want you near him, either."

You nod into his chest, inhaling his scent, linseed oil, and his farmer's market shampoo. You hum as he begins to sway you back and forth.

"I gotta go, see you tomorrow," He pulls away, hand rubbing over your cheek, his eye taking in your sad ones. "Be safe getting home."

"I will!" You shared a kiss goodbye as you excitedly entered the library.

You waved to norman at the front desk, he briefly looked up to give a small smile before returning to his large ornithology book on his desk.

You grinned and waved as you caught sight of Dan. He was in his scrubs with his Starbucks in his hand, smiling at you.

"I can help you for the next hour before I gotta go," He began as you sat in front of him, "Then I got my shift an-"

"Yes at the hospital, I know I know." You sat and opened your books, Dan grabbing one to flip through it, scanning for the important passage,

"Here, you'll want to start here, copy it, and then grab two more sources from the encyclopedias. Has to be from the books, not online."

You rubbed your temples, "Yeah, that's, a lot to take in."

Dan chuckled, "That's the advanced course for you."

You tapped your pencil on the paper of your books, "So, you hear about Brahms and his girl? The fight they had!"

Dan perked up, brown eyes filled with wonder.

The two of you immediately filled your time with gossip, the mention of Brahms's girlfriend and Billy was the only thing being studied.

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Bo strolled up to the library, "Twenty minutes to closing..." He shrugged his shoulders as he entered.

He looks around, the lights dimmed, the desk lamps off, save for the few remaining students.

"Can I help you?" Bo snapped his head to the thin, pale man at the front desk.

"Ah, yeah, where are the books on, like art and stuff," Bo looked at the nameplate, "Norman." Bo fumbled with his hands in his pockets.

"In the back," Norman gestured his head behind him, "In section eight hundred to eight hundred and fifty. Don't be long, we are closing soon." Norman sneered as he shuffled the papers on his desk.

"Yeah, thanks." Bo shook his head, as he caught Norman giving him a once over.

Bo clenched his fists as he heard Norman mumble "I don't even think he can read."

He made his way around the library, ducking behind the rows when he thought he saw you, any girl that resembled you had his heart clench in shock.

"No, Vinny, I can't talk right now, text it to me instead." Bo froze, his feet heavy, your voice was curt, he heard you grunt, knowing you just hung up on his brother.

Bo followed the voice, finding you tucked away in the private study area, the tables up against the walls, the lights were severely dimmed, Bo wondered how in the hell you could see the paper in front of you.

He carefully watched his steps, inching slowly behind you, grateful you were distracted in the book, grateful you secluded yourself so far away from everyone else.

A wolfish grin spread over his face, standing over you, he leaned in, hands snaking over you, rushing to silence your mouth,

"Hey, Sweets, miss me?"

Your blood went cold, eyes bulged, you attempted to turn but Bo held firm.

"Miss me? Huh? Ah, maybe you need to look at me first." He whispered into your ear, placing a feather-light kiss.

You retched away, guttural noises being silenced as Bo put a hand around your neck.

"Ah, no no, c'mon now, that any way to react to me? C'mon sweets, you used to beg me, beg me not to leave you, cry whenever I missed a date, moan for my cock to make you come." He chuckled as you squirmed in his arms, the chuckle turning into a soft laugh as you reached for your phone.

"Grabbing your phone for me? How nice of you, Sweets!" Bo whipped you around, slamming you onto the table as he chucked away the books, thankful they didn't fall onto the floor.

You began kicking at Bo, the panic making your blood run hot, giving you a surge of strength.

You knew Bo, knew how much stronger he was, knew you couldn't fight him off. The look in his eyes as his body leaned forward onto yours, chuckling off your kicks.

"Ah, hey, calm down," Bo squeezed on your neck, kissing your cheek as you sputtered out a whine, choking as you gasped for air.

Bo grabbed your phone, your eyes burning as he easily tapped the four-digit code to open it, he went right to the gallery, opening up the video of you and Vincent, "Look at you," The video played, Bo held the phone to your face, forcing you to look, "Taking my brother's cum in your slutty little pussy. Fuck what a good whore you are."

He exited out of the video, going to your texts, "So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month." He read aloud as he shook his head, "tsk tsk, and I bet you are still fucking, even when it's not safe. I mean, if my brother's anything like me, he won't wanna wrap that shit up."

Tears pooled in your eyes, slowly falling along the sides into your hair. Your eyes pleading with him, 'don't do this, please.'

Bo huffed as he pulled down your skirt, panties coming along with it. He took in your pussy, licking his bottom lip as he caught a glance at your shaved pussy, thankful that his brother has the same taste as him. "You look so good, that pussy nice and clean for me, gonna look good with my seed spilling out."

"I'll let you breathe properly if you promise to be quiet, can you do that for me?" His baby blues stared into your eyes, you wanted to hurl as you saw a sick softness to them.

"I'll, b-be- go-good." You choked. You gasped in sweet relief as bo removed his large hand from your neck. Your phone in his hand was held to your face as you realized he was filming.

"You better open up these legs for me, little whore like you should be used to spreading her legs, hm? Taking my brother's cock while dating me. Well, you can have my cock again, and I'm gonna make sure you'll never fucking forget this. Like I'll never fuckin' forget waking up to you." Bo placed the phone down, propping it up against your books, "With cum dripping out your pussy in Vincent's arms."

You looked away as you heard Bo's belt clink his zipper coming undone, "I can easily scream,"

"Scream? ha, the place is practically empty at this point, who's gonna come as you scream? 'Norman' I can tell he's already too self-absorbed to care for another." Bo leaned down, his breath hot over your cunt.

"Please don't, Bo please, I'll do anything!"

His signature cocky grin spread over his lips, "Oh, you will, first, I get a taste of this," He plunged his tongue in, a soft moan as your taste hit his tongue, his eyes looking up at you, then to the phone.

You squirmed as your walls involuntarily pulsed around his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit.

"You taste so good, fuck better than I remember," He sucked hard, laughing as you whimpered. "See, little slutty body like your can't help but react."

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, Bo's large hand roaming your body, dipping under your shirt, sliding under your bra to squeeze your breast.

"Fuck it feels good too, remember how you used to beg me to suck on them?" He pinched your hardening nipple, "Look at the camera." He cooed.

He dipped two fingers into your heat, making you groan as he pressed down and sucked hard on your clit.

You breathed heavily through your nose, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. Tears flowed as your hips voluntarily bucked into Bo's face, his tongue sending wave after wave of euphoria through you that not even Vincent could manage.

Bo shook his head, a raspy moan muffled by the lewd noises your pussy made as he fingered you. He looked up, smirking into you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, how you covered your mouth to fight back the deep moan.

You ran your hand through Bo's brown hair, he moaned, taking the action as approval for his ministrations. You pushed on him, your airy moans muffled by your palm as you came. Bo stayed latched onto your clit, suckling and flicking it, tongue deep to your cunt to lap at you, groaning as it pulsed around his muscle.

Bo shot up, licking his lips of your cream, "Ah, see that, wanna taste?" You shook your head, mouth a no. He leaned in, one hand angling his cock while the other grabbed your neck.

His tongue wrapped around yours, muffling the whine as he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out, a slight burn mixed with pleasure.

Bo wasted no time, slamming hard into you, his cheeks pink as he groaned into the kiss, he lifted his head, "Ah, fuck, needy little pussy fuckin' missed me. Ah shit, I fuck." He grunted above you, his body pressing you into the table, "Fuck, it missed me, fuck it missed me."

You sobbed under him, your mind going to Vincent, trying to picture it was Vincent on top of you, it was you and Vincent making love in the library, not Bo. Not Bo sending waves of familiar pleasure through you, his cock stretching you out.

"Please, don't cum in me, Bo, please don't."

"Wah? cum in you? Sure, I can do that, after all, your little pussy was made for it." He sneered at you, a dark look flashed over him.

You punched at him, "I'll scream."

"You scream and that video gets sent to Vincent. Doesn't matter I'm hav-having m-my way with y-you." He stuttered between thrusts, "Just a video of you getting impregnated by his older brother. He won't want you."

You sobbed as tears spilled as you turned away from him, Vincent flashed in your mind. His smile, his light blue eyes, his hands holding yours.

Your body tensed as Bo's cock felt intoxicating, the familiar rhythm, his harsh kisses, mind being taken back to you on his bed, how he'd hiked your legs over his shoulders as he pushed them onto your chest, a cocky grin as he fucked you deep.

"Bo," You whimpered, "Please," you continued "Just not inside."

He slammed harder, groaning as you clenched around him, "Feels like it wants it inside. Don't lie to yourself, Sweets."

You couldn't, the tears fell, you whimpered Vincent's name, "Hurry, Bo."

Bo couldn't hold back, your sexy little body squirming under him, your pussy clenching around him, your spent leaking onto the table, your stifled moans. "Look at the camera as you cum, look as I cum in you," He turned your head towards the phone, tears freely falling Bo licked your cheek.

His breathing, his thrusts, his cock filling you so well, his raspy praise. You stared, "I'm sorry, Vincent." You scrunched your face as Bo positioned in and out, a low groan reverberated from his chest.

Bo laughed as he came, his seed painting your insides, coating your pink walls, picturing it shooting deep into your womb, his little swimmers getting to work.

You fought back the urge to barf, his cum filling you send a ripple of pleasure through you.

Bo hissed as his breathing slowed, the realization of your nails digging into his shoulders, came to his senses. He slowly pulled out, grabbing the phone, to capture his seed dripping out of your pussy.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing, a threat. He continued to film, "Ah, look at that, good little slut getting bred. Just like she was made too."

Bo brought the camera to your face, "Say, 'Hi, Vincent!' ha" he laughed as you kept your vision off him and the camera.

"it's okay, I know you're thinking of getting that plan B. But you'll be coming with me tonight, I'm gonna make sure my seed takes." Bo released your neck, thumb running over your lips as you coughed.

"Get dressed, we're gonna get a hotel, this is from over." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, "My good girl, mine again." He hugged you as he sent the video to his phone. He laughed as he felt you shake in his arms,

"I wonder what Vincent will do when he sees this, gosh I can only imagine." He hummed and swayed you back and forth, "You'll look great with my child in you, can't wait, ah you'll be so beautiful."

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And if the fem! reader wants to do anal with Brahms for the first time

Brahms x Female Reader

underthecut - NSFW, Oral -Female Receiving- Anal

Brahms had been patient all day.

On his best behavior, and that's saying something considering just last week he held you down and fucked you till both passed out in a delirious sweaty heap on his parent's bed.

How he teased you leading up to that session, wanting to get you begging for him, pleading for him to take you. He loved when his planned work. He let you take control until his need to control overwhelmed him.

Brahms dressed well, a pair of new slacks, a new button-up, a crisp clean light blue number, reminiscent of one he wore as a child.

His mask was off, wanting to drop the little boy facade, show you who he is. That the scar is a part of him now, something he can never take away, that it was every way a part of him now. No little boy mask or voice could hide the physical evidence he was a grown man.

He loved that his parents never came back, loved that when he made himself known you stayed with him. He wanted nothing more than for you and him to be together, always. No one else, just you and him in your own little world.

"Brahms, does this dress look good?" You snapped Brahms out of his thoughts. He sat at the counter, watching as you twirled around for him, your dress flowing with you, lifting up to expose your soft thighs.

He swallowed, "Yes, love, when do you not look good?"

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Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

Sinclair College AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Woo, NONCON ELEMENTS! This was written by demand. Seriously, bug me to write the AUs if you want to read them lol

Underthecut - NSFW, NONCON do not read if you do not like noncon, Dark fic, Vaginal sex, brief mention of anal, Bruises, creampie and Brief mentions of pregnancy

You shivered as Bo brought the blankets over you, cooing at how tired you must be, how you'll need all the rest you can get.

The dull ache throbbed throughout your body. Your toes hurt from curling them repeatedly, your hips hurt, from Bo's near incessant pounding and nails digging into your hips. Your breasts were sore, nipples teased and played with so long, his stubble scratched along your valley. Your neck was bruised, a feint handprint along the front mixed in with hickeys. Your lips sore and dry, lip gloss smeared around your mouth.

Dried tears over your cheeks, into your hair, onto the pillow.

"Hey, c'mon Sweets." Bo leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you squeeze your stomach in response, "Hey, you're good." He sat next to you, lightly patting your cheek, "Y'did so good for me, hm? So perfect." He leaned in, lips inches from your cheek, "Just like you've always been."

Bo looked down at you, bit his lower lip as your eyes remained vacant, body reacting out of an impulse to his touch, but emotionally wrought.

"You can rest for a lil while but then we gotta clean ya up, Sweets."

You cringed at the nickname, what was once a cute endearing term made your stomach turn.

"Rest for a bit, then we shower." Bo leaned in to kiss your temple, kissed your cheek ad a chaste kiss over your sore lips.

You curled into yourself, letting the motel blanket, stale smell, and lull you into a weak state of slumber.

Bo walked over to the chair, grabbing his crotch as he sat down, letting his chub rest against his thigh. He tapped his foot on the cheap carpeted floor. He leaned back to rummage through his stuff on the table, grabbing a joint and lighting it up.

He took a hit, leaned back. He listened, listened as the cars outside drove by, tires hissing along the wet pavement. A random dog barking, its deep thundering barks upsetting another tenant enough he heard a woman shouting for the thing to shut up.

The rain hit along the window, repeated taps along it felt commoning to Bo. The dull noise helped with his racing thoughts.

Bo wanted to curl into you, wrap his arms around you, kiss along your shoulder, laugh as you playfully reprimand him "Bo, stop! Your stubble is tickling me!" He smiled, "Bo, least you could do is just kiss me."

He coughed, smoke sputtered out through his lips. A deep hum rumbled from his chest, the image of you and him on the bed, curled into each other came so easily. Just like that one Valentine's day...

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Bo held you in his arms, hand running up and down your back. He kissed your lips, groaning as you let him slip your tongue in.

He cupped your cheek, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your moans spurred him on, his thigh pushed in between your legs, spreading you out for him.

"Bo...again?" You asked in a whisper.

"You know you got another round in ya." He kissed you again as he angled his cock at your entrance, grunted as his cock head was met with your warmth. "Ah, sure feels like you're ready." He pushed in, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head.

Deep intimate strokes have you cantering into him, "Bo..."

"Daddy, c'mon you know how we do this."

"Daddy, please, I want more."

Bo pulled out all the way and bucked forward, a quiet laugh as you squirmed under him.

He picked up speed, huffing and moaning above you. Placed sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking and biting, groaning at the fresh bruises forming along the skin.

"Daddy, ah, more." You freed your wrists from his grasp and ran your hands down his back, resting your hands on his ass. You pushed him further into you, "Daddy please, deeper in me."

His cock twitched in response, "You like when Daddy fucks you? You just need me fuckin' you always."

He kissed you as you moaned in response, hands traveled to the back of his hair, fingers threading through his brown hair.

Bo's hips grew sloppy, your pussy clenched around him as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He wanted to scream out his release, get another call from the front desk. Telling him that there have been noise complaints coming from his room.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in, his movements became shallow, you felt his cock throb within you.

Bo moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you. He grinned as you sobbed under him, mewling out praises, whimpering how full he was making you feel.

"Daddy, you keep coming in me, and it might just take." He wheezed, running a hand over his forehead to brush away the sweat.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" His smile fell as you gave him a mortified look.

Reality hit him, "Bo, I can't get pregnant. I'm only in my second year of University! I need my degree first. How in the hell can I have a baby? I can't afford it, I can barely afford my classes."

He groaned at your rambling, he knew you were right, knew that realistically you could never afford a baby, that a degree gave you and your children together with a better shot.

He hummed in agreement, pulled you back into him, "Shh, we'll figure it out later." He kissed your forehead, growled as you nipped at his neck.

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Bo sat up and walked over to you on the bed, "C'mon, we need to shower now."

You remained still, eyes closed, face turning into the pillow.

Bo pulled off the blankets, a hard breath through his nose as he took you in. He lifted you into his arms, pressed kisses to the top of your head, mumbling at how sweaty you smelled and tasted.

He walked into the shitty motel bathroom, a far cry from the last time you ever shared on together on Valentine's day.

The yellow light and avocado green sink, toilet, and tub held a nasty hue.

Bo looked at himself in the mirror as he held you, his eyes held a light pink hue (the weed), bags under his eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead. He grinned taking in the bruises along his shoulders and chest. A mixture of teeth marks and fists.

He set you down, an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Okay, Sweets, gonna get you clean. How many days has it been?"

You swayed in your spot, eyes downcast.

"About five days, best to get you clean." He leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

He turned on the water, the steam rising up to the ceiling. "Let's step in."

The water felt euphoric on your skin, washing away the last five days of bodily fluids. Bo's dried saliva, the dried semen on your front, the bits you couldn't fully wipe off your face. The hot water kissed your bruises, a pleasant ache from the hot touch.

You stared at the yellow shower tile, steadying a breath as Bo rubbed his hands over your body. You let your mind race, let it fall into a day more pleasant thoughts.

You thought of Vincent, his arms around you, holding you close, outside the library. Tears spilled as you cursed yourself, wishing you blew off Dan to accompany Vincent. Wanted to sleep in Vincent's arms like you had been almost every night since you started dating.

"Sweets?" Bo patted your cheek, "You good?"

You snapped your attention to Bo, his thumb whipping away your tears, "Might be in the shower but your red eyes are giving you away." He kissed you, tongue running along your lips.

Bo retched back, hand raised up to his cheek, he looked at his fingers, the blood trailing down.

You held a feral look, your eyes hed a feral glare, your nails with blood being cleaned by the running hot water.

"I. Want. Vincent!" You punctuated each word. Teeth bared to the tall man in front of you. You looked through him, not taking in his baby blues, his confused expression.

Bo gave you a booming laugh, you jumped as he grabbed your wrist, "Five days of this and you still want him. I thought I could get you cock drunk on me."

Be spun you around as he pushed you against the tile. Your front pressed into the slimy uncleaned surface had you gagging.

You steadied a breath again, letting your mind race to Vincent. Not Bo poking his cock along your entrance.

"Y'know, you should be pregnant by now, I think the other whole is a little lonely." You fought back a scream.

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Vincent ran through the campus, running up to the Flamingo dorms. He had no time to think about how silly it was that the campus dorms have animal mascots.

Brahms burst through the dorm's door. Pulling on his jacket as he scratched his stubble.

Vincent ran up to him, knowing his girlfriend was a friend of his own, "Hey, Brahms, you seen Y/n? Has your girl seen her?"

"No, Princess hasn't seen her."

Vincent would normally smirk at Brahm's nickname for his girl. It was fitting, Brahms did treat her like a Princess. The gifts, the lavish vacation he took her on, she was even invited to a family wedding.

"She did mention that she has yet to get ahold of her though, apparently Dan is upset that they missed their study dates."

Vincent slapped his leg in frustration.

"I haven't seen her in five days. I've talked with my brother but I haven't seen him either." Vincent breathed in heavily, he staggered back.

Brahms reached for him, steadying his friend, "Bo probably took her."

Vincent's eye went wide.

"I mean, think about it, is it that hard to get to that conclusion. You fuck her, start dating her, flaunt how good you've both been to each other. Bo's always been, Bo. Masking his insecurity with macho bravado, hitting on pretty girls, and when they take the low-hanging fruit it fuels his ego. For a day, at least. And the one girl who managed to escape his low-level bullshit falls into his brother's arms, of course, he's pissed."

Vincent clenched his fist, "You justifying my brother?"

"No," Brahms stood up straight, arms over his chest, "Remember when I punched him for bugging my Princess? He tried to jump me a week later. For me," Brahms gave Vincent a cocky smile, "Was nothing. I can only imagine if he had anger towards a female."

Vincent's blood went cold at Brahms words. "Y'sure?"

"Hm, I am an actor! I observe people constantly, I am not known as the best method actor this school has ever had for nothing!" Brahms puffed up his chest, his cocky smile faded as he watched Vincent's shakes become near tremors.

"Look, Vincent, Have you been to the police, her parents, sibling? or whatever?" Brahms leaned closer to Vincent, a sympathetic hand remained on his shoulder.

"Yeah...her parents said...she sounded a little shaken up but fine. They said it was stress. The police are useless."

Brahms laughed, "When are they useful?" He frowned when Vincent shot him a glare.

"Okay, no joking, though not a joke, Look, I'll get Princess later and us three can go around asking for her, okay. I'll even ask my drama teacher to put pressure on the campus police."

Vincent nodded a weak defeated nod.

His hope had been diminishing day by day. He missed class and called into work. The past five days were spent on you, finding you, wanting you back in his arms. The sick feeling in his gut knew you were being held by him...the other half of him.

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You sat on the bed, your clothes back over your, the warmth they offered little comfort.

"Okay, Sweets, we're gonna get going, alright?" He nudged your shoulder.

"I need to get back to class, Bo. I need to finish my degree." You said lifelessly as if on autopilot.

"You will don't worry." He kissed the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. "Sweets you smell so damn good. So clean for her Daddy."

Your throat felt tight, the urge to barf suppressed as you pinched yourself.

"Why did you cheat on me?"

Bo looked down at you, head cocked, "Cheat on you?"

"Yes."

"I never cheated on you."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Bo!"

He stepped back, hand running over his bandaged cheek. He composed himself, leaning over you, "You better watch your tone." He growled.

The past five days had gotten to you, a resentment, and anger bubbled to the surface, "You date me, Cheat on me, on valentine's day. And you expect me to never be angry, never be upset. And you get mad when I cheat on you. fuck you, Bo. I meant nothing to you. You're nothing to me."

You screamed as Bo shoved you down onto the bed, his large hands pressed hard into your arms, he huffed above you, "Nothing to me? Did I not just spend the last five days lovin' you? Being intimate with you? Shared the most wonderful experience two people together could experience together?"

He shook you as you failed to answer, "Hm? That Valentine's day meant everything to you. This meant everything to you." Bo kissed your tears, gritted his teeth and he shook your head under him.

Bo cheated, he knew this. Knew why he cheated. Self-sabotage as always.

How could someone so sweet, caring, friendly, and loving as you fall for him, why would you? Bo was awful, downright awful, his own parents even said so.

"You'll see, Sweets, you'll see our love grow within you."

You sobbed under him, you murmured Vincent's name, repeating it over and over, as if you said it enough he'd burst through the door, saving you from Bo's hell.

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Heyyyy if you have the time and energy could you please do the slashers ? Like how do they react when they first see their baby? Also I am loving every single one of your posts.

A/N: Here you go, sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, fluff

word count: 723 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who would cry:

Norman Bates: As soon as the nurse hands you the newborn and you accept it with open arms, Norman can’t hold back his tears. He stands next to you, looking down at the baby with such love, knowing that this is really his. The family he always wanted with you, finally here. “She has your eyes,” he says, softly touching the child’s cheek and trying to wipe away his tears that blur his vision.

Bo Sinclair: He’s been there the whole time, kissing your head and telling you that you’re doing great even though he’s sure you broke his hand with how tight you’d been holding it. But, when the baby is finally in his arms, all he can do is stare at it while his bottom lip trembles. “I’m so happy,” he’ll admit, tears falling from his eyes as he tries to hold them back. You’ve just given him the world, and he couldn’t wait to raise her right.

Charles Lee Ray: He has to step out of the room while your delivering because it’s not something he wants to see, but when he comes back in and see’s the small child in your arms, he breaks. “She’s amazing,” he barely whispers as you hand her over to him. He starts to really cry when she looks up at him with her eyes that looked a lot like yours. To him, this grounded every feeling he’s ever felt towards you; he was proud.

Who could be scared to hold them:

Thomas Hewitt: He looked awkward trying to fit the baby in his hands, staring down at it with such love and adoration that it made your heart ache. Thomas was worried initially about the child looking like him, but once he was placed in his arms, he smiled. “He’s perfect,” Thomas says as he hands the baby back to you, watching as you smile down at the tiny human. He can’t wait to start being a father.

Michael Myers: He’s scared of hurting the baby or holding it wrong but after you show him a few times, he carefully holds the child to his chest and just stares at it. It’s when the baby reaches out and grabs the end of Michael’s hair, that he realizes just how happy he is. “I’m going to raise him right, I swear,” he says with a shaky voice, looking up at you with a wobbly grin. You don’t doubt him at all.

Jason Voorhees: He’s another one who was worried in the beginning about the baby looking like him, but when he finally was holding her and she grabbed the tip of one of his fingers, every insecurity melted away. This was his daughter, his family with you and that alone made him teary eyed. I’ll protect her with my life, he tells himself, knowing that his mother is watching down on him, proud of the man he’s become.

Who would worry:

Bubba Sawyer: He sits outside while you give birth, the fear of not knowing if the child looks like him, eats him alive. When he’s finally called into the room, all the worry washes away as his eyes lock on the small bundle of joy in your arms. “He’s small,” Bubba will say when he finally gets to hold him, making a silent promise to care for his child until he dies.

Brahms Heelshire: He’s panicking because he’s not sure if he’s ready. What if he hurts the baby or what if it grows up to hate him? However, once he sees you holding the child against your breast, everything fades and his perspective changes for the better. “He’s got my nose and hair,” he smiles, watching the infant hold onto his finger while he eats from your breast. You know it will take a while for Brahms to untense but it’s worth it in the end.

Vincent Sinclair: He can hear the baby cry from the place where the nurses clean him off and he worries that it has his deformities. He peers down at the infant when it’s finally handed to you and he cries, tears falling from his eyes at how beautiful she looks. “She’s beautiful, and she’s got pretty eyes,” he tries to pull himself together but you smile at him, telling him that she has his eyes- that only makes him cry more tears of joy.

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How would the slashers react to meeting some of their s/o's ex's and realising they, the slashers, have a lot of insecurities when it comes to being good enough for their s/o. I just really want to see some hurt/comfort but with the slashers needing the comfort.

A/N: Sorry this took so long for me to write, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst to fluff, hurt comfort, smidge of sexual themes (Michael obviously)

word count: 818 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who would get mad and become distant:

Michael Myers: He had plans about killing your ex as he allowed himself to fill with hatred, not knowing that he was distancing himself from you. It wasn’t until you called him out on it that he froze. “He would treat you better,” Michael says, watching you sigh and shake your head. It’s hard to convince him that you’re more than happy to be with him, but once you do, he spends the rest of the night making sweet love to you with your ex tied up in the closet, watching the scene unfold. 

Bo Sinclair: When he meets your ex, his world goes black and he immediatley goes to his shop, locking himself in there. He breaks things when he’s mad and that’s how you find him bleeding from cutting his hand on broken glass. “I’m not good for you, can’t you see that?” He’ll shout as you try to help him; that’s when everything becomes clear and you frown. It takes you grabbing his face roughly in your hands and telling him just how much you love and care for him, before his world becomes a little less black.

Charles Lee Ray: His anger is quiet as he works his way through a pack of cigarettes the night after he ran into your ex. Every little thing he’s tried to keep pushed down resurfaced once he saw that bastard’s face. When you come out onto the balcony and ask him if he’s alright, the look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know, “You deserve someone who can treat you like the amazing woman you are; that someone isn’t me.” You shake your head at his words, moving to grab his face and press your lips to his. The rest of the night is spent with you reminding him of all the things he’s done for you and how much you love him.

Who would push you away:

Jason Voorhees: Of course your ex was good looking; in Jason’s eyes, everyone else always was. He won’t notice that he’s slowly pushing you away until a few weeks later when you confront him on the matter; that’s when he caves. I don’t want you to leave me, he tries to say, his heart aching at the thought of you walking out the door one day and never coming back. Just hug him tightly and press a kiss to his face, telling him that you’re never leaving his side.

Norman Bates: “You deserve someone better,” Norman says quietly, your eyes widening at his words after you ask him what’s wrong. He’d been brushing you off the past couple of days and it all led back to when he met your ex. It takes a few days for him to get out of this funk he’s in of not being good enough, but you assure him that he’s the only man you’ll ever want to be with.

Thomas Hewitt: He thinks your ex is rather tiny compared to him, but he still feels the impending gloominess surround him at the fact that he wasn’t your first love. “I’m not good enough for you,” he’ll admit after a fight the both of you had; Thomas had slowly been shutting you out and it was starting to kill you until you asked him about it. The man only begins to feel better once you tell him that even though he may not have been your first love, he will certainly be your last. 

Who would need heavy reassurance:

Brahms Heelshire: With him having abandonment issues, he needs to know you won’t leave him. He knows he’s not good enough for you and after seeing your ex, he realizes just how bad he is for you. “You’ll never leave me right?” He’ll ask you, eyes wide with a crazed panic; a fear of being alone that you knew well. He won’t leave your side for a few days after that so don’t plan on going anywhere but the kitchen, bathroom and the bedroom.

Vincent Sinclair: The moment he see’s your ex, he feels his world cave in. Of course you’d have been with someone normal before you met Vincent, but he didn’t think it would hurt him this much. “Will you love me forever?” He asks, his eyes puffy and red from the crying he won’t admit to. Please hold him and tell him that he’s the only man who you will ever hold in your heart.

Bubba Sawyer: You find Bubba silently crying, his fingers digging into his hair as he slowly rocks himself back and forth. As soon as he saw your ex, he had to get away; Bubba never thought he deserved you and now he knew just how much he didn’t. “Don’t go,” he’ll sniffle when you hug him, letting him cry into your shoulder as you rub his back and tell him that you aren’t going anywhere.

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Going to a masquerade ball w/ the slashers

warnings: fluff, a couple sexual innuendos

A/N: This a random ass idea idek

Jason Voorhees:

Definitely weird how you found a masquerade ball to go to in the first place. There's not many places to go around his camp, and he's not invited to any.

But, reluctantly he agrees to go with you and not murder every guest on sight.

Of course Jason wears a full coverage mask. He can't let anyone know that a decaying corpse attended a ball. those two words should never be in the same sentence.

He loves the sight of you in your dress too, and that pretty blue mask and that gorgeous ballroom gown.

Jason watched you fidget with the black lace of your dress, excited watching him get dressed in his tuxedo which squeezed all the right places. You'd have to tear that off of him later-

Dancing with him was absolutely perfect, except for the times he'd step on you accidentally and frantically apologize in mumbled garbles and random sounds.

8/10 Would dance with this slasher.

Michael Myers:

You had to find an event that would be happening on halloween because he's not getting into a suit even if you pulled a knife on him.

This might be good for you, you might start salivating if he did decide to wear it.

You might catch him starstruck if you try hard enough on your outfit, which you did. A victorian vampire would work for tonight since there was no matching his costume.

Very low chance of getting him to dance with you but if by some fucking magic he might, it'd be absolutely awful and stiff. Much like his personality.

2/10 Would rail this slasher in the ballroom bathroom.

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Touch at Midnight || Vampire!Brahms x Reader

A/N: This took so long, I am sure half of you forgot about this mini series I did. I’m sorry this took forever, I was just trying to make it perfect as well as work on requests too. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, breast worship, blood kink, biting, oral (m receiving), dom!brahms, rough sex, no prep, reader is under mind control so consensual/non-consensual, mentions of masturbation, plenty foul/dirty talk, creampie

word count: 2.01k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

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There was a time in your life that you thought you’d live past eighty and get to watch your children, grand-children and even great-grand-children, grow up. There was a time that you believed in the world being a decent place and that you would make your mark on it one day. Now, you realized just how delusional it all sounded. Now, you knelt before a man you thought you knew, thought you would grow old with, thought you would love forever, your life dangling before you with nothing to spare. 

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How would the slashers cuddle their chubby s/o

Cuddling with the Slashers Headcanons:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas loves cuddling with you.

He would cuddle with you whenever and for how ever long you want. He loves it! Neither of you are above cuddling a little in the living room, just being comfortable as you chat. Luda May always leaves you be, maybe commenting on how cute you both are, Monty will only complain about you both being in the way if he wants to be in the living room, and of course Hoyt has a few things he wants to say but you both just ignore him.

Most night you pretty much just lay on his chest with his arm wrapped securely around you, he likes having you so close. Other nights you sleep facing each other, wrapped in his embrace, cuddled up against his chest.

When he’s been working late in the basement and you’ve already fallen asleep, he climbs into bed beside you and just wraps his arms around you, smiling brightly when you wake up just enough to turn around and bury your face in his chest. 

Michael Myers 

Cuddling with Michael takes a lot of leading up to. It is a far too gentle and vulnerable situation for him to be comfortable with.

But he slowly starts to allow more affection, more gentle gestures (at least by his standards).

If you just so happen to shift towards him on the bed one night, cautiously cuddling into his side. He’ll allow it. He might even wrap one arm possessively and protectively around your body. He won’t look happy about it but he’s allowing it, so he can’t be that against it. If Michael doesn’t like something, he simply refuses to do it.

After that, cuddling becomes more regular. He even starts to expect it from you so you better shuffle your ass over to his side of the bed right now.

Jason Voorhees 

Big fan of cuddling! Such innocent and gentle affection makes his chest feel all warm, you just manage to make him feel so loved and cared for in the simplest of gestures.

He thinks you’re just precious and seeing you cuddled up to his much larger figure just melts his heart. 

Whenever you snuggle into his chest, he just wraps his arms around you and holds you, burying his face in your hair if he can.

You normally sleep facing each other, him holding you protectively and lovingly, while you nuzzle into his chest, feeling safest in these moments.

Brahms Heelshire

Once you start cuddling with Brahms, it’s definitely going to become a regular thing. He’ll only go to sleep if you’re cuddling, and he likes to cuddle randomly during the day as well.

Sometimes he’ll hold you and sometimes you’ll hold him.

He thinks you’re adorable when you cuddle up to him. He likes how your body fits against his when he moves up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

Other times he’ll lay with his head on your chest while you play with his hair, holding you closely like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear.

Either way his legs will be tangled with yours and his grip will be secure, you aren’t going anywhere until he wakes up.

Bo Sinclair 

Bo may not initiate cuddling but he will allow it without complaint.

All you have to do is move closer to him and he’ll hold his arm out for you to get more comfortable. Wrapping that arm around you, he guides you closer and you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist and draping your leg over his hips.

If, one night, you decide not to cuddle up to him and fall asleep on your side of the bed, you will wake up with him pressed against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist. 

Okay so, he may want to hold you more than he lets on...he sleeps better that way, with you in his arms.

Vincent Sinclair 

Vincent loves cuddling with you, now it’s like he can only sleep if he’s holding you. It makes him feel safe and loved, so he sleeps more soundly then.

He just wants to feel close to you. So he often curls himself around you, you fitting so perfectly in his arms.

His legs tangled with yours, his chest pressed against your back, your hand resting on his, his head resting against yours. You can’t get any closer and that’s the way he likes it.

Lester Sinclair 

Lester is always up for cuddling!

He can’t help but smile to himself when he’s got his arms wrapped around you, you sleeping sounding against his chest with your own arm draped around is waist.

He can be the big spoon but also likes being the little spoon. He likes to hold you, but he has a soft spot for when you are pressed against his back with your arm comfortingly around him. A shiver running down his spin when you press a light kiss to his back or shoulder. He’s never felt so loved.

Bubba Sawyer 

Bubba’s favourite pass time is cuddling! Any time of day for any reason!

You love Bubba and you love cuddling with Bubba, the only problem is that he radiates so much heat!

In the middle of a hot Texan summer, he will still insist on cuddling with you all night, like he doesn’t even feel the heat at all.

Bubba will just engulf you in his embrace. Arms wrapped around your body and holding you to his chest, face buried in your hair. There is no way you can escape, even when he’s asleep he’s to strong. 

Billy Lenz

Billy loves cuddling, but it’s more just like clinging to you at times.

He likes when you hold him.

Arms wrapped around your waist, head on your chest or buried in the crook of your neck, as you wrap one arm around him and use your free hand to play with his hair. He’s never felt so safe, comforted, and loved.

Though, if he’s not sleepy, cuddling usually turns into something more as his hands start to roam and he starts to cover your neck is wet kisses.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Rarely initiates any cuddling but never rejects your advances. He’s perfectly capable of sleeping with you on the other side of the bed or pressed against him.

When you move over to him and lay your head against his chest or shoulder, he will shift to get comfortable and wrap an arm around you.

But he also has a good ability of knowing when you want to be closer to him but aren’t asking for it. Then he will either invite you over to him, lifting his arm so you can tuck yourself into his side, or move over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. Leaning into your ear to ask if you want his attention.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Jesse likes cuddling and isn’t ashamed about that. If you don’t cuddle up to him, he’ll pull you towards him.

Most nights you sleep pressed against his chest, head on his chest, arm over his waist, and a legged hooked over his hips or linked with his own. Other nights, he’s the big spoon.

If it’s late when he gets home from a trip and you’re already asleep, he’ll undress and carefully climb into the bed as to not wake you. Slipping his arm around your waist and gently pulling you back against his chest. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you so he’ll likely wake you up with kissing along your neck, back, and shoulders while his hand wanders over your body.

Otis Driftwood

Otis is more of a cuddler than he’d ever admit.

When you’re sleeping, you’re always pressed right up against each other. His chest pressed to your back, you laying with your head on his chest, or even him sprawled out on top of you (which is most common when he’s had a tiring day).

Cuddling during the day isn’t really something he thinks about but, let’s be honest, he can’t say no to you if you want too. Just crawl onto his lap and embrace him, he definitely isn’t going to push you away.

Baby Firefly 

Baby is all up for cuddling, anytime of day!

If the two of you aren’t busy and Baby isn’t feeling all that energetic in that moment, you can normally be found in the living room, cuddled up together and just lazing around. Mama thinks it’s adorable and will tell you both that.

Of a night, one of you is usually clinging to the other in some way. If you’re feeling particularly clingy that night, she’ll giggle at you, thinking you’re cute, but also completely indulges in your need for cuddles.

Yautja (Predator) 

Your alien mate is all about cuddling!

He’s happy to cuddle for as long as you’d like. Honestly, if you just latch on to him, he’ll carry on with what he was doing while just holding you because he all know he can. 

You can curl up his chest and sleep comfortably, and he loves it. The vibrations of his content purrs relaxing you and lulling you to sleep.

He doesn’t need as much sleep as you but he would never wake you. He’ll just stay still, admiring you and playing with your hair as you sleep.

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Hey! You did a request where the slashers' S/O finds out about what they do and leaves, what about a version where they find out and are scared, but try to accept it? Like they are very much terrified and not sure how to react, but they know they love their slasher. If that makes sense. Thanks so much! Your writing brings me so much joy 💜

Part 1 Here

The Slashers S/O finding out what they do (But this time they stay):

Thomas Hewitt

You had known Thomas for a while now. When he worked at the meat processing plant. He was quiet, kept to himself, but he was sweet. The sweetest man you had met in that place.

The two of you became close, you started dating.

Then the factory closed, most people moved out of town. You were trying to stay but it was getting difficult.

But the Hewitts stayed and you visited Thomas everyday. Luda May loved you and you loved her, thinking of her as a mother figure.

You loved Thomas and he loved you, more than anything.

You visited everyday, and today it seemed that nobody was home. But the door was open so you just let yourself in, knowing nobody would mind.

You called for Thomas but got no response. But you heard a sound in the basement.

Maybe he was doing some repairs or something down there? You just shrugged and headed down the stairs.

You froze at the bottom of the stairs.

There Thomas was, the man you loved, hacking up a body, reminding you of his time at the factory…but much more disturbing.

The stair creaked as you shifted, catching Thomas’ attention.

He turned, expecting Hoyt or Luda May but he saw you and froze.

“Tommy…”

You looked between him and the body of a young man before coming to your senses, darting back up the stairs.

Thomas followed behind you. He wanted to explain…to beg for forgiveness…or do something.

You were the best thing that ever happened to him, the only person to show him kindness and love. You made him feel like he might actually deserve love, somebody as good as you, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He couldn’t even comprehend the thought of losing you.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you nearly ran right into Luda May. Seeing the fear in your eyes and the tears staining your cheeks, she knew what had happened.

“Oh sweetie, come on, it’s going to be alright. Let’s sit you down and get you something to drink” she placed a hand on your arm, looking back at the panicked Thomas, and ushered you into the kitchen. “It’s all going to be okay, you’re family. I’m sure Tommy will explain everything to you” she placed a cup of sweet tea in front of you before leaving you and Thomas in the kitchen.

He sat with you and he did explain everything. How it all began, how Hoyt seemed to lose his mind. There was a moment you thought you were going to throw up when he informed you what they did with the bodies but you managed to keep your food down, drinking from your tea.

And Thomas apologised. For what he does, for hiding it from you, for you having to see it, for you having to be with somebody like him.

Your fear was overwhelmed by your love and protectiveness over the man in front of you, even now he was so sweet. You told him that he didn’t need to apologise for you being with him, you were with him because you loved him. “...I still love you” you confessed, realising it yourself.

Even after all this, you loved Thomas. You knew that this should have put an end to all feelings you had for him but it didn’t, you still loved him more than anything.

Thomas was surprised by your confession. He knew you loved him, he just didn’t think you could still love him after this. He could cry just from how much he loves you.

This was a lot but you would try to understand, try to accept it, all so that you could be with him and be there for him.

Like Luda May said you’re family, so you’ll probably be moving in with them. Thomas is super protective of you, making sure you stay as far away from the gory business, which you appreciate.

It would be a slow process, accepting this way of life, but Tommy was the reason you were doing this and he made it worth it.

Bo Sinclair

Continued straight from Part 1. 

You stayed, mostly against your will, but you hadn’t spoken to Bo since you found out the truth about the town. He tried to talk to you but you were still processing, so he attempted to give you some space.

You noticed that he was trying to give you space, to be less intense, to not scare you or come on too strong. You appreciated that because it was so unlike him, it showed that he was trying in some manner.

Eventually the time came that more visitors came to the town, and you had been sent up to the house and told to stay there. You weren’t about to argue with that.

It was dark by the time everything had been ‘dealt’ with. Vincent was in his workroom and Lester had gone home, Bo hadn’t come back to the house yet. So, you had just decided to go to bed and try to ignore everything that had happened today.

It was late when you heard movement downstairs, of course you hadn’t actually managed to get any sleep. You heard a bang followed by Bo cursing. You sighed before climbing out of bed and walking downstairs to see what was going on.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Bo using a damp cloth to clean the slash wound on his arm. You figured there was a struggle when he was...doing what he does.

You walked over to him, taking the cloth out of his hand. He was about to snap until he realised it was you, he seemed to relax then.

“I’ve got it” he assured you, reaching for the cloth.

“Just let me help” you sighed, bringing the cloth back to his arm to wipe the blood away. Bo wasn’t going stop you, at least you were talking to him.

You cleaned away the blood and decided that the wound didn’t need stitches, just a bandage. 

“Thank you for being patient” you spoke quietly as you wrapped the bandage around his arm. “I just...I need a little more time. This isn’t easy but it’s helping, I promise.” 

Patience wasn’t something that Bo was good at but he was managing it, so you just wanted him to know that it was paying off, he just had to keep it up a little longer.

Bo didn’t respond, he didn’t know what to say. He was just glad that you were talking to him, and that you did see things going back so somewhat normal, you just needed more time.

“Thanks” Bo mumbled as you finished securing the bandage.

“No problem. Don’t like seeing you hurt” you whispered, nearly pulling a smile from him. Even now, you cared about him and that meant a lot. “Do you think...do you think you could just lay with me tonight?” honestly, you had missed him, you just couldn’t go right back to normal quite yet.

“Sure thing, darlin’” Bo wrapped his good arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards his chest. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist, the two of you just standing there for a while as he rested his chin on top of your head.

After a tiring day, Bo would normally come back to you. That hadn’t been an option lately, but things seemed to be getting better.

Vincent Sinclair

Continued straight from Part 1.

You had to stay, there was no way Bo would let you leave, so you stayed, even if it was kind of against your will.

You were able to keep up with your chores, distracting yourself from the reality of the town. 

Vincent distanced himself from you a little, figuring that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him, but he couldn’t just leave you alone right now. He’d check in on you, making sure you were doing alright.

There had just been a lot of tension between the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say or do.

It took a lot of time for you to process everything that you had learnt, and Vincent had taken the time to explain everything to you, and answer any questions you had.

Things had gone back to normal, other than your relationship with Vincent. You still shared a room, you were still technically together, the two of you just didn’t really act like it anymore. Neither of you really knew where you stood, but you both knew that it was you that would have to make the first move to letting him know you’re alright.

It had been a rough day, Bo was in a bad mood, and you and Vincent couldn’t lean on each other to feel better. Until that night.

You walked into the bedroom to see him sitting on the end of the bed, he looked over at you as you closed the door, wondering what you were thinking when you walked right up to him.

You moved to stand between his legs and reached up, removing his mask and placing it down on the bed beside him.

Vincent lent into your touch as you caressed the scarred side of his face. It was difficult to come to terms with what was happening in the town but you managed it, and during that time you were reminded that Vincent was still the same Vincent you knew, the man you loved.

“I love you, Vinny” you spoke softly, knowing that was all you needed to say to promise him that everything was going to be alright.

The two of you spent the rest of the night just holding each other, feeling some comfort in knowing that you were still there for each other and that wasn’t going to change.

Lester Sinclair

You had thought Ambrose was a blessing. The three brothers taking you in during your time of need. You moved in properly with Lester a little later when you started dating.

But this town was far from a blessing, you realised that when you discovered the truth about the town, learning about how the brothers got their victims and what they did to them.

As soon as you saw all of this, you hurried back to the home you shared with Lester.

Oh Lester…sweet, energetic, kind Lester…how could he be apart of this?

You couldn’t even think straight, pacing around the room, wiping the tears away from your face. You suddenly turned to the front door when it opened and closed, Lester stepping inside.

His heart broke when he saw your tear stained face. You knew…you knew everything...

“Y/n, I…I’m sorry” was he apologising for being involved in those people’s deaths, he guessed so. He knew it wouldn’t help but he hoped you could see his sincerity.

“How could you be a part of this, Lester?” you asked, tears staining your cheeks. You just couldn’t picture the man you loved ever purposely hurting an innocent person.

“I…I’m sorry” he wanted to give you an explanation just like you deserved but he didn’t have one, not one that would make things better. So he just apologised again, because he was so sorry that you had to see any of this. “I know it ain’t right but...I-I never hurt those people” he told you.

“No...you just sabotaged their cars? Took them into town so your brothers could kill them?” you looked at him in disbelief. You knew what he was trying to say but he couldn’t distance himself from this.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get mixed up in this” he apologised yet again.

“...you’re killing people, Lester” you shook your head. He wanted to argue the technicalities but knew that it wouldn’t matter. “...I’m scared” you confessed. Even now, you couldn’t fear him. You knew that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

In fact, you had a feeling that if you wanted to walk out that door, he would let you.

“I’d never hurt you, Y/n” Lester promised you and you nodded, knowing he was being truthful. “Please...please don’t leave” he pleaded with you.

“...I’m not going to leave” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. How did you end up in this situation?

“You’re not?” Lester asked, clearly surprised.

“I’m not...I just...I need some time, okay?” you knew that you needed to sit down and talk to him about all of this some more, you needed to know their reasons and how this all started. You couldn’t just move on without that conversation.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Thank you” he nodded a little frantically, just happy that you weren’t going to run away. Even if he couldn’t blame you if you did.

“But I can’t go into town. I can’t look at those figures or even your brothers right now” you told him, shaking your head.

“Okay, that’s fine, as long as you’re here” Lester nodded again, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around you.

You tensed for a moment before relaxing, remembering that this was still your sweet Lester. So you wrapped your arms around him and just cried into his shoulder while he held you and shushed you.

He knew that this wasn’t going to be easy, that a lot of things would change and he would need to be patient, but he was ready to put in the work and show you that he’s still the man you thought he was.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Continued straight from Part 1.

After calming down and processing everything you had just learnt, you unlocked the bedroom door and stepped out. But Asa wasn’t there.

Heading down the stairs, you found him waiting in the living room, knowing that you couldn’t leave the house without passing him there.

As soon as you stepped into the room, he was looking at you, clearing trying to figure out what you were thinking and feeling.

He gestured to the place beside him on the couch, and you knew you didn’t really have a choice. So you sat down beside him, leaving a fair amount of distance between you both.

“I’ll tell you everything, answer every question you have” Asa promised, and he did. He told you everything he does and why, he answered all your questions. Got you tissues and made you a hot drink. He would have made you food but you didn’t have much of an appetite. 

“Where you ever going to tell me or...did you think I would just never find out?” you asked. 

“You wouldn’t have found out. If it weren’t for whoever sent you that package, you wouldn’t have found out” he sounded sure of himself. You wished you could argue with him but you knew he was right, you had no clue. If he didn’t want you to know, you wouldn’t have ever found out.

“So you would’ve just kept lying to me?” you didn’t know whether to be annoyed or pleased that he was being so honest with you now. 

“Would you have preferred I tell you everything and risk this exact reaction?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious, but you didn’t have an answer for him. 

“...you’re going to find out who sent that package, aren’t you?” you asked and he nodded. “And what will you do to them?” you already knew the answer.

“I’ll take care of it” Asa told you simply. You just nodded, how were you supposed to respond to that? “Nothing has to change” he assured you.

“It will...it already has. You’re a murderer, Asa. How am I supposed to just overlook that?” you asked in disbelief.  

“The fact that you came out of the bedroom, that you’re sitting and talking with me now, tells me that you’ll be able too. Some day” he told you, making you sigh. It made sense. You were reacting far too calmly now. “No more secrets. I tell you everything and you be honest about how you’re feeling. That’s the only way this can work, okay?” he asked.

“...okay” you agreed with a small nod. 

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse has plenty of enemies, not that you know that, and it was one of those enemies that decided that the best way to get to him was through you.

You were home alone, Jesse away on a business trip, when somebody rang the doorbell.

When you answered the door, nobody was there. Just a box set on the doorstep.

You were careful, you looked around, gently opened the box but only saw videotapes. Weird.

You took the box inside and took a closer look. There were plenty of videotapes, the box full. Each one was labelled by a state, a town, a month. You didn’t know what any of that meant.

So, like an idiot, you played a tape.

You were horrified. The video was of a young woman being murdered gruesomely.

Why would anyone send you a box of snuff films? Who could be so disturbed.

And something in your gut told you that these were real.

You were just about to turn it off, sick to your stomach, about to call the police. About to message Jesse about this awful thing.

But then a man walked into frame. Bald, tall, fitted black suit, and wearing a chrome skull mask. Something so…unsettlingly familiar.

It couldn’t be…it just couldn’t be your Jesse…

But it was and you knew it. You turned off the video, ejecting the tape and throwing it to the ground, tears streaming down your face.

All these tapes…proof of the horrific, sadistic murders that the man you loved had committed.

The front door opening and closing made you jump…

You turned and came face to face with the man.

He was about to sign a greeting as he approached you but stopped when he saw your terrified, tear stained face.

He took in your expression for glancing down at the box of tapes, noticing the one you had thrown down and broken…how did you get those tapes? Of course, he knew what they were instantly.

He was going to find out who gave you these and he was going to make sure they regretted it.

“Jesse…please tell me these aren’t real…that, that isn’t you” you pleaded with him, even if you knew the truth now. He didn’t respond, just stared at the box of tapes. “They’re-they’re all yours?…all you?” you asked.

You let out a broken sob when he nodded. There was no point lying now, you knew, it was over.

How could the man you loved do these things? He had always be so wonderful, so perfect, if you didn’t have all this evidence, you wouldn’t have believed it.

“…are you going to hurt me?” you asked and he instantly shook his head.

God, you wanted so badly to believe him but after seeing what he was capable of…you just didn’t know anymore.

“How could you do those things, Jesse?” this was the man you wanted to marry…but you didn’t know him at all. “Do you get off on this shit?” you were looking at him like you didn’t recognise him and he hated it.

He took a step towards you but you took one back. You were scared of him…and that was the last thing he ever wanted.

‘I’m not going to hurt you’ he signed. ‘…I’m sorry…’ he apologised because that’s all he could do. There was no explanation he could give you, no gift or gesture that would earn your forgiveness, there was nothing he could do to make this right. All he could do was give you a weak apologise.

“…you’re…I don’t know you, you’re not my Jesse…I…” he stepped towards you again but you took five steps back this time.

The images on those tapes flashed through your mind. Those women, the way he killed them…how could he ever do something like that and come home to you. To touch you, to love you. You were disgusted with him and yourself.

It must have been the adrenaline in your body but you finally took action, not bothering to grab your coat as you hurried past him and towards the front door.

You gasped when he caught you by the waist pulling you into his chest. You couldn’t even fight it, you just broke down, crying into his chest. He knew he just had to stop you from running out in a panic, he needed to prove that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He held you, much preferring this to you running away.

“This is your...work?” you asked quietly. All those trips...he was actually hurting those people. How could he even hide this from you for so long?

You looked up at him just to see him nod.

“But you enjoy it...don’t you?” he paused and then nodded. The answer didn’t really matter, either way he was killing people for profit, did it really matter that much if he liked it or not?

He just kept a hold on you as you cried. Once your sobs calmed down and you seemed to have gotten over the initial panic, Jesse pulled away slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“...I knew something wasn’t right. You never talked about your work, or how you got all this money, I knew it was something shady but...but I never expected this” you confessed. He ran his hand over your hair, of course you didn’t, you had trusted him. “I...I’m scared, Jesse. I can’t get those tapes out of my head, I’m scared of the things you’ve done but...but I can’t be scared of you. You really wouldn’t hurt me, would you?”

Jesse instantly shook his head. He’d never hurt you, he can easily promise that.

“I’m going to need time, Jesse” you told him but he already knew that, and he was willing to wait, to prove that he was still the man you thought you knew.

First Jesse would put those tapes somewhere safe, get them away from you, then the two of you can talk about this, he can try to explain himself and stop hiding things from you. He wanted you to know everything, because only then can you move on together. Once you know everything, he won’t have to hide anything and he won’t have to worry about you finding out.

It might be difficult for a while but in the end this could strengthen your relationship, it just needed some patience.

Otis Driftwood

Continued straight from Part 1.

After you left, Otis came after you, worried about you going to the police. He had grabbed your arm without thinking about it, hating the feeling he felt when you flinched and looked at him with fearful eyes. He promised you that he wasn’t going to hurt you, that you were safe, before guiding you back to the house.

By this time, both Mama and Baby were home. They both greeted you as you passed through the living room, both of them carelessly telling you that everything was going to be alright.

Otis took you to his room so that just the two of you could just talk, without the rest of the family getting involved. As soon as he released your arm, you crossed the room to put some distance between you both. 

“What do you want?” you asked, looking at him like you didn’t recognise him at all. 

“What so I want? What do you mean?” Otis asked. He didn’t want anything.

“Why not just let me go? You said you aren’t going to hurt me...so let me go” you glanced at the door behind him, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy but giving it a shot anyway. 

“I can’t...” he sighed. 

“Why?” you asked. 

“Because the last thing we need is you running to the police” he knew you already knew that. 

“I won’t. I promise” you assured him. He wanted to believe you, and for the most part he did. Maybe his reasons for keeping you around was even more selfish than saving the family’s ass, he didn’t want to lose you. “...why are you doing all of this? I...how could you hurt those people?” Otis wasn’t the most ordinary man, far from it. Maybe it was your fault for not suspecting your boyfriend was a sadistic murderer. 

“C’mon, you’ve always known something wasn’t quite right but you always overlooked it, right?” Otis asked, you hesitated but nodded. “This is what we were hiding, what you had been curious about, you just don’t like it...but you don’t need to be afraid” he assured you as he walked up to you. 

“It’s not that easy, Otis” you scoffed, shaking your head at him. 

“I know, and we’ll give you time. I just need you to trust me” Otis placed his hands on your upper arms, making you look up at him. “Do you trust me?” he asked, stroking his hands up and down your arms.

“...I do” you nodded, sighing when he pulled you into a protective embrace.

Hell, are you a little more fucked up than you thought?

[slasherfics]

Headcanons about Thomas, Jason and Brahms with a female s/o who is into thigh riding?

Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, and Brahms Heelshire and Thigh Riding (NSFW):

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas sat on his bed with you on his lap, straddling one of his thighs.

Your hands gripped his arms to support yourself as you found the angle and rhythm that best made the pleasure course through your body.

One of Thomas’ hands was on your hip and the other on your waist, helping guide your hips back and forth.

You fall forward against him as you feel your end quickly approaching, forehead resting against his broad chest.

Thomas loves watching you ride him in general and he loves seeing you like this, clinging to him, moaning and gasping his name, as you frantically grind and grasp at him in an attempt to reach your high.

Finally your release floods over you, leaving you gasping and shaking against him. 

Thomas holds you, comforting you as you come down from your high.

Once you’re body falls limp against him, your hands touching him gently, and your chin lifting to kiss along his neck, Thomas knows you’re ready for more.

You let out a small, surprised squeal as he lifts you up but can only smile and pull him towards you when your back falls down onto the mattress. That was only foreplay.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is a much more sexual person than he once considered himself to be and you had very much introduced him to a whole new world when it comes to sex.

Still, Jason doesn’t always feel a need to get off, at least not so quickly.

So, there you are, on the couch in the living room of his cabin, straddling one of Jason’s thighs.

Jason is often in complete awe of you, and that includes now, but he still manages to be oddly comforting.

One of his hands held your hip, helping you with your movements and helping you stay in place and keep the right position. His other hand is on your back, stroking up and down, or stroking your hair.

Your hands of clenching the front of his shirt in fists, knuckles turning white as you chase your high.

Your forehead rests against his shoulder as you let out little gasps of his name.

Your hips stutter and jerk slightly as you finally reach your peak, moaning out his name as you slump forward against him.

He catches you without hesitation, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his mask in your hair.

He’ll just sit there, holding you, for as long as you want as you come down from your high.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms doesn’t really have the self-restraint to just let you ride his thigh, he’ll only last a minute before having to grab you and move on to something else. He loves watching you but it just riles him up.

So he ends up above you, with you laying under him and his knee pressed between your thighs perfectly.

Mutual thigh riding?

It’s more like just grinding against each other but you get the idea.

As he presses closer to you, letting you grind against his thigh, he is rutting against your thigh in return.

He’ll bury his face in your neck, letting you bury your hand in his hair while your other holds his hip to hold him where you need him.

Because his face in buried in your neck, he is practically moaning right down your ear but you’re also moaning against his.

Brahms is just a mess, which isn’t that difficult to achieve, but he’s aware of what you want and is still pushing his thigh against you some more from time to time, hearing your breath hitch when he does so.

A lot of heated making out.

When he cums, he moans and collapses over you, placing wet kisses against your neck as he holds you close.

[slasherfics]

hcs about werewolves and their probably inherent breeding kink?

18+ Text Below (minors dni)

- Both if your sex lives are already active but during mating season your werewolf s/o can’t help but drive it up a notch

- Rougher than normal, your werewolf s/o can’t help it with all those hormones pumping through their system

- They will hold you down (if you’re comfortable with that)

- Arms restrained and hips being held down to keep you from squirming during the process

- Huffs and howls are louder and sound more desperate

- If your werewolf s/o has a cock that knot definitely feels bigger than normal

- They’ll probably finish earlier than normal but can you really blame them?

- They’ll cum so much more than their average, same goes to how long their orgasm is

- If your werewolf s/o has a cock be prepared for that bigger knot and being over filled with their cum

- If your werewolf s/o has a pussy be prepared for a longer, full body orgasm and most likely some squirting 👀

- Also lots of cuddling, aftercare, and fur brushing at the end ♥️