#Brahms headcanons

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

Slashers when their s/o is REALLY touchy.

Contains: Thomas hewitt,brahms heelshire, Billy lenz, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair & Lester sinclair

Thomas hewitt

Tommy adores it when you just wanna latch onto him and never let go but he does have things to do and so do you!

He's always in bed after you so you as soon as he sits on the bed you surprise hug him from behind and he just accepts it lol. You stay like that for a bit before you realise he's actually dosing off.

One time when it was a stressful day and the texas heat was getting to Tommy. You wanted to just smother him with hugs but when you went in for one he snapped and shrugged you off, huffing. I mean you were hurt but you let it go and went back inside , Tommy realised what he had done and went after you and for the rest of the day you were hand in hand

He likes it when at the dinner table your hand finds it way onto his thigh and you look up into his eyes with a smile full of love. He loves you so much!!!!

Brahms heelshire

Well isn't that fantastic because he's also extremely touchy!!

Your going back and fourth, your hands on his hair? Well his hands are on your waist! There is never a moment when you two arent touching

One time you yelled at him for being so childish and he sulked into the walls and didn't come out. You layed in bed hugging a pillow trying to picture it as him but you just couldn't so you gave up. You found yourself walking into the kitchen to find brahms sat at the table eating some toast. "Brahms can you come to bed with me? I can't sleep without you..." you sheepishly said. He stood abruptly and walkedover to you hugging you tightly. You both said sorry and cuddle eachother up in bed. Getting tangled in each other.

So basically what I'm saying is that you two are glued by the hip.

Billy lenz

He appreciates the physical affection. Like EXTREMELY, for example if you pat his shoulder he would cream is pants..... that's how touch starved my man is.

He's pretty aggressive and doesn't realise he's squeezing you instead of just a nice hug. You have to show him the ways and hekk soon get it.

When the sorority girls are out and your the only one left inside the house you listen carefully for the attic to open and a giggly man to appear at your door. He's like a cat,he'll curl up in your lap and lays there while you pet him.

He does unfortunately makes everything sexual, if your on your bed ontop of him he will thrust up into you trying to get some sort of relief.

Bo sinclair

He does tense when he is touched. He just doesn't know when your being genuine. You can understand why he reacts badly to physical touch.

He likes it when he's sitting on the couch and you plant yourself on his lap and start to play with his hair. He leans into you while your doing this.

He's not as touchy so when you start climbing all over him he does get frustrated. He's his own person and needs space too.

But at night he does enjoy being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and chuckling to himself when he feels you fidgeting with his hands. He just can't deny your cuteness.

Vincent sinclair

Similar to his brother. He needs space especially when he's working. He doesn't want hot wax to spill onto his partners soft delicate skin! But when he isn't doing anything he's busy holding your hand and letting you drag him along.

When you can't help yourself and just want to stick to him while he's working he does allow it only if your behind him. He does shrug you off when he's got to focus on something or when your getting too touchy.

I mean hes a bit brain dead, he doesn't know what's the difference between just wanting a hug and wanting to do more than that but when your hands start pressing against certain parts of his body he starts to catch on and drops everything.

He won't really admit it but he really enjoys being little spoon he likes it when you press yourself against him and sit your head on top of his. Plus it's a bonus for you! Because he can't escape your grasp at night and go over work himself.

Lester sinclair

Bros a pretty princess, he loves your hands on him. When he's luring talking to some city folks your next to him holding his hand tightly, hiding yourself into his side.

You and Jonesy shower this handsome boy with kisses and you continue doing this for the rest of day.

He doesn't like it when your near the roadkill pit. He doesn't want you slipping and going in!

At night he lovessss cuddles, he likes digging his face into your chest. Ofc jonesy is included x

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Pls request! I do appreciate it and it gives me a challenge:)

[g0thic-ghost]

Slasher’s in bed HCs, ( 3 Slashers ).

Hello, this is my first fanfic on my blog so the writing won’t be as good (aside from it also turning out bad because I’m half asleep). But, 18+ themes will be up ahead and Gender neutral reader. Slashers being ‘used’ : Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz.

REQUESTS : OPEN

Bubba Sawyer

Even if Bubba did the terrifying things he does, he is still a sweet and innocent soul. So, when you had suggested to take things ‘further’ into your relationship he became a stammering, dark-red, nervous reck.. “Why would they suggest that”, was all he could think when you suggested ‘that’. 

Though, he was nervous, he still gave in. As he wanted to make you as happy as ever and give you as much love as he could, resulting in you two having a ‘moment’ in the small bedroom you two shared.

When you two were getting ‘ready’ and undressed in front of him, Bubba couldn’t help but just examine and stare at your body, like if it was some beautiful peace of art that could easily please the eye. “ So beautiful “ was all he could think the moment he saw you drop your pants down to your ankles. 

Bubba is an absolute mess when it came to the part where he had to undress himself, being dark red and holding his hands to his mask. As if he was hiding himself from you.. Resulting in you having to help him take off his clothes, which was a lot of work from how much he would squirm.

Soon enough, you two started to share a moment together.. Lying on your back on the small bed as Bubba took himself upon you, his hands holding themselves up on the sides of the bed. 

Bubba is really sweet and gentle with you when it came to actually doing ‘it’ , entering you very slowly and giving you a few minutes to adjust to his thick size. And soon giving you slow thrusts

Bubba is showering you in kisses the whole time. Planting soft kisses on your cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone and everything he could reach from the position he is in. 

Bubba is a little loud, from how much he moans, squeals, groans, etc. Poor Bubba just can’t handle the new feeling, he feels pleasure, excitement and love for you. 

Bubba is a little touchy, as he slowly gets the habit of running his hand up and down your small body. Wondering how you could take his size and why exactly do you feel so much pleasure, but also enjoying the feeling of your soft skin grazing against his rough palms.

Aftercare from Bubba is just precious. He soon finishes and immediately curls himself up to you and covers the two of you with a blanket, as he runs his hands through your hair while he makes soft humming noises against your neck.. After your cuddle session finishes and you calm yourself, Bubba will clean you up and give you a new pair of clothes. (Which is always a shirt of his and nothing else, but you don’t complain much because of how comfortable they are).

Brahms Heelshire

When you first suggested taking things ‘further’ in your relationship with Brahms, he was immediately shocked at this suggestion as he never expected the relationship to come to ‘this’. All Brahms could think was “Are you lying?” Or “What?!”.. But as soon as you confirmed you wanted to do such activities he immediately became an excited mess. 

Brahms didn’t hesitate one bit as he answered to your suggestion with a firm, “Yes.. Please.” , which resulted in you heading to the guest room in the house to have your special ‘moment’.

As the two of you got ‘ready’ to have this special moment, you sat on-top of the soft cushions that were placed on the bed and Brahms quickly followed behind you and sat right next to you.. Slowly placing his hand on you thigh and leaning into you, sharing a (messy) passionate kiss with you. All he could do was run his hands over your thighs and up your stomach the more he leaned into the kiss.

Brahms soon finished the kiss, but slowly started to tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling he wanted it off.. And now. Which soon turned into him being fully naked as Brahms lied you down and placed a pillow right under your lower back. 

Soon enough, you got comfortable by the pillow which was placed on your back by Brahms but this relaxation soon was interrupted as Brahms started to run his hands up your thighs and onto your knees, ‘using’ them to spread your legs open to him. Brahms held tight at your ankles so you wouldn’t dare to move and interrupt him.

Brahms is a little messy and rough when he does ‘this’, placing his tip right at your hole and not hesitating to immediately thrust into you. Moaning loudly as he does. 

Brahms is very touchy, running his rough palms up and down your gentle skin. Touching at your ankles, shins, knees and thighs which he always made sure to give a hard squeeze just so he could hear those gasps that came out of you every-time he did so.

Brahms is extremely loud, from how much he moans and groans, such words as “Do.. So you like what I’m doing to you?” , “So so.. Good”, and “Mmmmmoree!” Coming out of his mouth while he thrusts inside of you, being sloppy in his pace as he just wants to get the best angle. He is practically begging for more even if he is having everything he could possibly have.

Brahms is extremely needy and controlling, begging at you to moan and talk to him from how much he loves the way your voice sounds when you’re in this situation. But controlling with you body, pulling at your ankles for you to moan his name or simply to bring you closer to him.

Aftercare from Brahms is not heaven or hell, it’s just ‘right’.. Brahms soon finishes when you finally get some ‘relief’, and immediately crawls up to you and holds you tight in his arms.. Wanting every last drop of attention from you. Kissing at your face so you could do the same back until he finally falls asleep in your arms. 

Billy Lenz

You and Billy were sitting on your bed as he lied his head on your lap and had his hands above his head and holding right up to the sides of your hips, giving them light squeezes which in someway made you bring up the suggestion of do ‘that’. As soon as the words you spoke to him about being intimate, Billy practically perked up and a smile crept up on his face. All he could think was the nasty thoughts that built up in his head.

Billy immediately said yes, as he shook his head, bumping his head up against your lap. “Yes! .. Yes yes YES! Billy is so nasty.” He babbled at you as he quickly sat up and pulled you down, resulting in this ‘moment’ starting.

As you got ready for the ‘moment’ to share with Billy, you started to take off your clothes which made Billy practically drool at just the sight of your bare skin being shown to him, and him only. He was staring at you like you were a whole-course meal and he was a starving man about to dig in.

Billy soon gets out of his trance which was caused by your body and he follows your steps, clawing at his dark green sweater to take it off (practically ripping it in pieces in the process). And tugging down his pants, soon stepping to you and lying you down to start his ‘work’.

Soon enough the special moment starts as he places his hands on your ankles and pulls your legs apart so you could spread for him, Billy looks like a rapid animal about to prance at their prey when he takes in the sight you are presenting to him. You could see drool building up at the small cracks of his mouth as he starts to stick his tongue out.

As you brace yourself and close your eyes, feeling some relaxation come to you, it immediately gets interrupted by Billy. Who quickly places his tongue on your hole and gives it long and wet licks, groaning and huffing as he does.. 

He is an absolute mess! Drooling all over your hole and huffing onto you, he was hungry for you from how much he imagined doing these things to you. He’s lapping his tongue right at your hole and sometimes sticking it in just to tease or even taste you.

Billy is extremely touchy, running his hands all over the places he could reach.. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading on the soft skin that ran along them and giving them squeezes every time you would moan, (he loves the sounds of your moans, knowing he is the cause of all of your loud noises).

Billy is quite loud from how much he is moaning, groaning, and huffing.. “Mmmmuhh.. Tasty!” , “Billy is so.. nasty!” , “Little piggy is moaning just for me!” Is some of the things he is telling you or just moaning out in general while he licks you in a quick pace.

Billy is very sexual with you and just like he says, nasty. Rolling his eyes back as he licks at you and tastes you, his eye twitching slightly at every moan you let out, shoving his head into you, saying the nastiest things to you, or simply just being as sloppy as he could be. Whilst he runs his hand down to dick, giving it soft strokes which just makes him go more crazy for you

Aftercare from Billy is not so much from what you expected from him.. He does give effort though! As soon as you finish on his face he quickly licks up all the juices you left on him and soon cleans himself and you up with his tongue, after he ‘cleans you up’. He crawls up and ontop of you and gives you a messy kiss before getting up and putting a blanket over you, until he finally walks away so he could go back to his little hiding space. Leaving you curdled up in a blanket and panting from what he had just done.

[kittyamore0]

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚂/𝙾 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍:

[𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏]

I know these are more like one-shots but i was too wrapped up in detail to notice 😃

𝐂𝐰: just swearing, murder and sexual themes 

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒 シ❤︎︎🫶

✿ - ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ.

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴀᴘs?! 

✿ - ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.  

✿ - ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɢ sɴᴀᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 

✿ - ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs

✿ - sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ. 

✿ - “ᴊᴀᴄᴇʏ!“ 

✿ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Jᴀsᴏɴ's ɴᴇᴄᴋ 

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜꜰꜰɪɴɢ 

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴘᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ 

✿ - “ᴏʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ᴡᴇʟʟ, ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴏ ⵊ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴏ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅs.“

✿ - “...“

✿ - ʜᴇs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ʜᴀᴘ���ʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

✿ - ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs sᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. 

✿ - ʙᴇᴀʀ ʜᴜɢs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʙᴄ ʜɪs ᴍᴀ sᴀɪᴅ sᴏ !

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐎𝐆) 🎃☆彡

✪ - ᴍɪᴄʜᴇᴀʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟs ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 

✪ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ 

✪ - ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ 

✪ - “ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ⵊ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ?“ 

✪ - ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ 

✪ - “ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ, ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ?“

✪ - ʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. 

✪ - “ᴏʜ, ᴛʜɪs? ⵊ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ...ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's-“

✪ - ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ,  Mɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʜᴀᴅ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʜᴀʀsʜʟʏ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. 

✪ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ. 

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐑 💤😴

꥟ - “ʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜ- ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?“ 

꥟ - ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ...ᴄᴀʟᴍ? 

꥟ - “ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ~“ 

꥟ - ᴏʜ, OH. 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

꥟ - “sᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴛs? ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴ’ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ.“ 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ, ᴛᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ

꥟ - ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ 

꥟ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 ☼🧸 

◎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ TV ᴀᴛ ʜɪs S/O’s ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Aɴᴅʏ. 

◎ - “ⵊ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.“ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴜᴛ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

◎ - “ʜᴇʏ, ʙᴀʙᴇs- 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙜𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧!“ 

◎ - ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʏs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

◎ - “ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴘɪɢs ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ’Aɴᴅʏ’ ʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴇʟʟ?“ 

◎ - “ᴏʜ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ, sᴏ- 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏?!“ 

◎ - ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɢᴀᴘᴇ, ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

◎ - “ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴ. Nᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ?“ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀɪᴅɢᴇ. 

◎ - ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇss ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ S/O ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ/ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? 

◎ - ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs 

◎ - “ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ʙᴀʙᴇs. ⵊ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴀ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ ᴏᴡᴇ ʏᴀ!“ 

◎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ʟᴇɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴋɪssᴇs. 

◎ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴏʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ. 

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐒♡︎😩💕

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ʜɪʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴsᴛᴀɪʀs 

☘︎︎ - “ʙʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs?“ 

☘︎︎ - “ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ.“ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ. 

☘︎︎ - “ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ-“ 

☘︎︎ - “sᴛᴀʏ.“ 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ, ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ. 

☘︎︎ - ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ 2 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ɢʀᴜɴᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɪʀs. 

☘︎︎ - ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏɴ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴋ. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ꜰᴀsᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ 

☘︎︎ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴏ��ɪᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ Bʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ Bʀᴀʜᴍs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ʟɪꜰᴇʟᴇss. 

☘︎︎ - Bʀᴀʜᴍs ᴡᴀs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. 

☘︎︎ - ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ Bʀᴀʜᴍs. 

☘︎︎ - “ᴏʜ, Bʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs, ⵊ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀᴅʟʏ!“ 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀʀ ʜᴜɢ 

☘︎︎ - ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀsᴋ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs. 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 ❤︎︎♫💀

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴜᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ. 

♪ - “sʜɪᴛ...!“ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴜʀʀʏ, ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴏꜰꜰ 

♪ - ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. 

♪ - ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ 

♪ - “ᴛᴀᴛᴇ...“

♪ - ʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ sᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏꜰᴛ, ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ sᴏʙs ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ. 

♪ - “ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛ? ᴡʜʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴅɪᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ?-“ 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴍʙᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs. 

♪ - “ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, Tᴀᴛᴇ. ⵊ'ᴍ ꜰɪɴᴇ, ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ.“ 

♪ - “ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?“ ʜᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇs ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴡs

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ. “sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, sᴏ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.“ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ Jᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ

♪ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛs, sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

♪ - “ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ⵊ'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.“ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴀ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛʜ

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇss

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ., ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ sᴏꜰᴛ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʀᴜʙ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs

♪ - ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴀᴘ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀɢ, ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ʟᴇɢs, ᴀʀᴍs, ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ 

♪ - ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴅ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ 

♪ - “ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.“ ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ. “ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ.“ 

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 + 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 ☏ 👻🔪

☏- “ᴏᴡ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋ...!“ ᴀ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs ʜɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, sʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs. 

☏- ᴀ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ, ʟɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ 

☏- sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ sʜʀɪᴇᴋ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇʏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴋ. 

☏- ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇs, ɢᴀɢs, sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜʀɢʟᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴜꜰꜰʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ 

☏- ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴍᴘ, ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀsᴋ 

☏- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ [ʜᴀɪʀ-ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] ʜᴀɪʀ, [ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ [sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] sᴋɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ.

☏- “ᴡᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ sʜᴏᴡ!“ 

☏-ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ 

☏- ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇs, sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ 

☏- “ᴅɪᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪ?“ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ. 

☏- “ʏᴇᴀ, ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ,“ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀsᴋ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs. ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ. 

☏- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs, sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. 

☏- sᴛᴜ ᴡᴀs ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ Bɪʟʟʏ's ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ

☏- ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ���ᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 

☏- “ʜᴇʏ, ᴜʜ, ʙɪʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ...?“ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. 

☏- ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴀ. 

☏- ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ 

☏- “ʙᴀʙᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ US? ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!“ 

☏- sᴛᴜ ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇᴅ...

☏- ʸᵉˢ, ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵐᵉ

☏- ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟᴇᴛs sᴀʏ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

☏- ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

[limehaspassed]

Brahms with a Petite S/O

(Brahms Heelshire x GN!Reader)

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A collection of headcannons/ imagines about Brahms being with a petite s/o who’s insecure about their height. This is basically a self-insert, not sorry.

P.S. you basically take Greta’s place.

Content Warning: Mentions of sex and praising.

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You’ve always been short your entire life and everyone, at some point or another, has pointed it. It’s been mentioned so much to the point that it grew to be a sensitive subject. You were self conscious about your height, how small you were compared to everyone else.

Despite how self conscious you were, men would jot on you left and right, flirting and making moves you didn’t want them to make. You denied each one of them, despising them for only liking you because of how small you were compared to them, as if you were nothing more than sex doll.

When you got the job as a babysitter for the Heelshire’s, you were beyond ecstatic when you can to the realization you were babysitting a doll. Children would often tease and pick fun of you for your height, so you were glad this one couldn’t talk.

Of course, you attended your duties, following the routine, glad to be out of the sight of everyday people. You even had a grocery boy so you didn’t have to leave the house, only downside was that he seemed to be like every other man you encountered, seemingly stricken with you at first sight because of your height.

You had a suspicion that someone else lived in the house when things turned up missing, when food seemed to disappear from the fridge, and when objects seemed to clatter about in the night.

This was confirmed when you and said grocery boy had gotten into a fight, you growing tired of his advances. He had backed you against the dining table, the force of you falling practically falling against enough to knock the doll off the table.

It shattered and your heart dropped.

That was when Brahms came out of the walls, showing himself to you. He practically looked over you, even though he was across the room.

He immediately went after the grocery boy, you don’t like to remember what happened next.

When had finished his business with the grocery boy, he turned to you. You heart had dropped, you stomach churning, and your palms sweating.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to break it. We can… we can glue it back together.” Your words came out in pieces, dear gripping you tight. You were almost sure you were going to die.

He didn’t kill you, in fact, he ignored the doll and walked over to you, now towering over you. You were scared to meet his eyes. He placed a hand on your shoulder, it wasn’t aggressive but it wasn’t quite gentle.

You looked up, your eyes connecting with his, his eyes staring back into yours. You felt even smaller in this moment, tinier than you already were.

You didn’t know what to do so you just continued to follow the schedule, grabbing at strings.

“It’s bedtime, Brahms.” You whispered.

He allowed you to lead him to bed, his hand slipping into yours as you led him up the stairs. Your heart had skipped a beat at how massive his hand was compared to you, your hand was completely engulfed by his. It only reminded you of how pathetic your body was.

You tucked him in and went to leave when he asked for a goodnight kiss. You reluctantly kissed him and he met you tenfold, grabbing you and pulling your close. You felt small in his grasp, smaller than you’ve ever felt.

When he had released you from the kiss, you said goodnight and left, closing the door behind you and falling to the floor.

What the hell was that?

The next day, you had resumed the schedule, but with the actual Brahms instead of a doll. It was odd and it would take some getting used to, but a part of you didn’t mind, you were quickly growing used to his presence.

Besides the kiss from the night before, he hasn’t made any advances and he doesn’t comment about your height.

Whenever he sees you struggling to grab something, he’ll grab it for you, not saying anything rude or criticizing you.

As months passed, you two grew closed to the point you were basically dating, you both slept in the same bed now.

When it was bedtime, he would lay down next to you and pull you close against him, wrapping his body around you. It comforted you, giving you a sense of safety despite the brutality you had seen him perform once before.

For once in your life, you didn’t hate your height. However, sometimes, you couldn’t help but retreat back to those insecurities. Whenever this happened, Brahms would come up behind you and wrap you in his arms, peppering the top of your head in kisses. Sometimes he would tickle you, wanting you to smile instead of frown.

Sometimes, kisses and tickles weren’t enough, your mind far too clouded by insecurity to even recognize his touch. That was when Brahms would use his words.

“Perfect for holding.” He would say, picking you up with ease. A part of you hated how easily he could pick you up but another part of you loved it, finding it fun to be picked up and held close to the person you loved

When that didn’t work, he would bring you over to a tall surface and stand you up on top of it. He would look up at you, his blood shot eyes creasing as he smiled.

“Your tall now.” He would amaze.

You would be forced to stand up there until you had enough of being tall, missing your regular height.

Sometimes these insecurities of yours will come out in bed, when the two of you are in the heat of the moment. His hands would rest upon your body and you couldn’t help but think about how much bigger he was than you, how small and insignificantly pathetic you were next to him.

He would praise you for the rest of the night, listing off different reasons why he liked your height, why he thought you were cute, the perfect size.

Usually he liked to be praised but he would make an exception for you.

Sometimes, as a mean tease, when you wanted to kiss him, he would refuse to bend down, forcing you to try and desperately reach his lips on your owns. This usually resulted with him being slapped on the arm. He would eventually give you the kiss, always whispering something about how cute you were when you were made.

In his eyes you were perfect, no matter how short you were.

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Thank you for reading and I’ll see you next time 🖤

Also, send me Brahms requests, please. I love my silly wall man but sometimes I find it hard to make stories about him. Help a person out :)

[urfavchaotichotmess]

Lester, Vincent, Jason and Brahms are the type to be begging on their hands and knees with tears in their eyes to give their partner head. They’re obsessed with it, they do it for their own pleasure not for yours.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

More Brahms please?

Love you~Isabella

How about Brahms with a mommy kink? And a breeding kink? And lactating kink? And-

Okay calm down Kali... Thanks for the idea Isabella, have a treat~

Mommy's good boy | Brahms Heelshire x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Brahms is your good boy <3

Cw: Lots of porn, cum, praising, mommy kink, dom!reader, cock warning, sub!Brahms, whiney Brahms, spoiled Brahms, nursing, big dick, lots of cum, cum eating, belly bulges, mentions of pregnancy

"Mommy please!" Brahms said bellow a whisper as you sank down on his cock, slowly, too slow for his liking

"Be a good boy and stay still baby" you said, calmly sitting down on his never ending cock, it was so big it always bulged on your tummy

"But mommy-" you hushed him

"You're mommy's good boy right? Then stay still and mommy will give you what you want"

"Nngh" he whined, he didn't like waiting, but he had been a brat today and he deserved a little punishment

Y/n rested her hand on her belly, caressing Brahms' dick inside her and also, the baby that is growing inside her thanks to him

"Soon my baby bump will be bigger, are you excited for it Brahmsy?"

He nodded "Yes mommy, it makes me so horny to think I got you pregnant"

"Because you're a good boy baby" you started rocking your hips on him, his dick hitting your g spot so good it made your eyes roll back

Soon you started to bounce on him, skin slapping skin and wet noises filling the room

"Mommy, more please"

He grabbed your hips and held you up, snapping his own hips brutally into you, making you moan and whine

"Good boy Brahms!"

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Some months before...

"Fuck, fuck, mommy, gonna cum!" He moaned, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, the bulge on your belly disappearing and coming back as he took you from behind

"Brahms! So close don't stop baby!"

Soon enough he came inside you with no warning, he always did that, since you lived here alone with him and couldn't really leave the house to get birth control, he was fucking you raw and breeding you every night, you were surprised you weren't pregnant... Yet...

Your pussy was pumped with cum, an incredible orgasm crashed into you as his dick twitched inside you

"Mommy's cunt is so good"

"Look at the mess you made baby, you gotta clean it up"

Now on your back with your legs open wide, he was sucking his cum out of you, licking you clean while he rutted on the bed from how nasty and good it was

"Good boy Brahms, cleaning up your mess..."

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You were sitting on the couch, a novel on your right hand as your left one brushed Brahms' hair as he sucked on your nipple

"No teeth baby"

"Yes mommy" he said going back to nursing while his other hand caressed your other tit

"Good boy Brahms"

He's your good boy~

[buggwrites]

Brahms Heelshire headcannons

Warnings:

nsfw mentions at one part, but other than that none

He is definetly a brat, retaliating every time you ask him to help with even the smallest things like bathing himself. He'd probably have child-like fits often because of this very reason. He can go as far as to throw things and turn whole rooms completly upside down. When he realizes what hes done, he'd hide in the walls on the old, small bed located in the little room held in the walls and refuse any of your attempts to interact for a while, such as asking to help clean up the mess he's made.

When he finally calms down from these fits, he's a general love-bug, always pampering you with flowers he picked from the garden or small drawings he did. He's a total sweetie when hes not having a tantrum of some sort, and cuddles and kisses are his main apology when he does something bad.

He loves any type of attention from you, due to being starved of it for years, and he melts into you anytime you touch him. While cuddling, he'll wrap his arms around your middle as your stomach presses into his. That's his favorite position; when you're laying on your side and facing him. That way he can see all of you, from your face to your body. He'd hold you close to himself, whining any time you try to move away, even if it was to do something simple like go to the bathroom or eat.

He doesn't know proper manners like personal space or to not watch someone every waking second of their day. He will follow you everywhere, going into the walls to watch you if he needs to. He's also very touchy, grabbing you in every way he can at any time he can, whether its a hug, a hand on the shoulder, kisses, grabbing you by the waist or hips, mask covered face pressed to your neck, hand on the thigh, or something else.

He loves to bite. He sinks his teeth into you whenever his mask is off, on the hand, arms, and neck most of the time, but he will bite whatever he has access to. He bites pretty hard too, always sure to leave marks so whenever you truly have to leave, everyone will see.

He worships you in every way, telling you everything he loves about you. Hate your freckles / birthmarks ? He'll kiss all of them and tell you one good thing about yourself for each one. Hate your scars ? He'll trace them and ask about their story. Don't like your tummy ? He'll cuddle you close and tell you he wouldn't have a better cuddle partner because youre like a big marshmallow. He'll love you for all your insecurities, and wont stop loving on you until you love them like he does.

During sex, he doesnt really seem to care about his own pleasure as much as yours. He will find your kinks, whether you tell them to him yourself or not. He will watch you self-pleasure to see what you like best. Sure, he wont like the idea of you not letting him dick you down and doing it yourself, but he wants to make sure he knows what makes you feel best, and will utilize this knowladge well. He will please you in ways you couldnt even do yourself, and always leave your legs trembling because of how big he is. In my mind, I believe he is around 12 inches big.

His hair is naturally very soft, and its nice to play with and pull. He loves it when you ruffle your fingers through it while cuddling, kissing, or when he lays his head on your lap whilst you read to him. His curls bounce back up when your hand brushes past it.

His mask usually stays on, and it takes a lot of begging from your end to get it off, but on rare occasions he'll take it off for you, and you smile as your eyes are met with that familliar, handsome, scarred face that was covered with facial hair. His eyes are also very pretty, a true green that had an explosion of blue spreading from his pupils. It was like a supernova explosion trapped in his eyes.

He hates chores for many reasons, but the big 2 are that 1, it takes you away from him, and your attention on him is deprived and makes him want to crawl back into the walls, and 2, you will usually ask him to help, which he hates, but when you give him that one certain look, he cant help but comply to your wishes. He wont do much, but he will do just enough to where you give him a peck on the forehead, cheek, or lips and call him a good boy.

He absolutely dies for any praise, being told he did a good job on any task he does makes his heart ring with joy. And if you compliment his appearence in any way (i.e. calling him "pretty boy"), it will guarentee you lots of kisses and attention for the rest of the day.

He will usually talk in 3rd person point of view in his childish voice as well, especially when throwing tantrums. His accent is much more noticable when he speaks in that higher tone, and when he speaks he usually talks in small blurbs instead of true sentences, as a child does (i.e. "Brahms tired", " Very hungry", etc.). But when he does speak in his normal, much deeper voice, its usually when hes calm or trying to intimidate you. Its very attractive, his real voice. You aren't very sure why he doesnt use it as often as he should, but you don't press for an answer.

The end.

That's all the hcs of mine i can think of !! Thanks for reading :] might update occasionally !!

[devil-doll13]

Some Brahms Heelshire headcanons that have been little worms rotting my brain for a while. I want to understand him better <3

Many of these are x reader bc I couldn’t help myself

Starting with some ‘common knowledge’ stuff I generally agree on: yes, he is a sweaty boy. I actually think he has more anxiety than you might initially think he has, and this nervousness sort of goes towards causing it.

I touched on this in my Brahms fic months ago but this man really needs a routine in his life. He needs consistency and structure, and doesn’t react well to sudden change. He needs to approve of every nanny that is offered to him, they can’t just be introduced without his say-so. Nor can any of his rules be broken or altered, or ever strayed from. He’s very particular about certain things and what he likes and dislikes. Put it this way: if he isn’t pleased with something, you will know one way or the other.

His diet is very predictable and simple - some might even say bland - and this is also along the same line as this need for routine. Side note, but I think if you gave him spicy food he’d probably die or something… He’s English after all kwkdflf

Being confined inside the walls of the Heelshire estate most of the time has led to him developing a touch of Agoraphobia. He’s also definitely an indoors person, while I believe he may be able to appreciate the beauty of nature, mostly something like a well-tended garden, he’d prefer to remain at a distance. If he had to choose, he enjoys admiring english roses the most. He wouldn’t protest much if you decided to bring in a few to put in a vase.

Also, the vast amounts of time Brahms has on his hands (when not spent watching his nanny or parents, when they were still alive) goes towards cultivating his many hobbies; and he has many different interests. He may not have been part of any public schooling system, but that doesn’t really mean anything, he absorbs information eagerly regardless. He’s an avid reader and probably knows the Heelshire mansion’s library inside and out at this point, with both fiction and non-fiction (although you just know he was raised on a diet of pre-approved classics) catching his interest. Some of these beloved favourites are quite weathered and worn-out now. You know the kind I’m talking about, hanging practically by a thread from the spine…

Brahms is also a big music guy. His parents probably were as well. I mean, I personally believe they named him after the composer. We see in the movie that the music needs to be played loud, probably so he can hear reverberating all through the house (although tbh the way the house is, it doesn’t take that much. He still just wants it LOUD). Given that we can see a violin in his room, as well as sheet music, I think he can play both it and the piano. It would’ve been difficult for him to stop enjoying this, since he had to pretend he didn’t exist when a nanny/Greta was there.

Before the fire, his parents (particularly his mother) saw his upstart skill with music as the potential to become the next great composer, and pushed him towards improving it. Even if these expectations caused some stress for him back then, Brahms still loves playing dearly now.

He also sees this as an opportunity to impress upon you that he’s incredibly suave and attractive and cultured™️ so that you’ll stay. In his mind, if he comes across as interesting enough, he’ll have a better chance of wooing you into permanent residence in his house. That grocery boy is his sworn enemy in part because, deep down, he‘s self-aware enough to know that there are many difficulties to being with a man like him. Brahms is a complex mixture of quite spoiled and entitled vs insecurity, and he doesn’t enjoy confronting these thoughts either.

Oh, as for how he’d react to new music that isn’t classical, I don’t think it would entirely be a hatred for something new. While there may be a period of ‘what is this s/o this is not on the schedule?’ Brahms is a curious boy at heart, a man who was sequestered from the rest of the world and had much of his knowledge intake restricted, particularly by his mother. It will not be an immediate appreciation from him, but I think that this curiosity - and his desire to get to know you better - will win over in the end.

While I know it’s popular consensus that he’s a horny boy and very clingy and touch starved, (which I agree with to some degree), I also think one thing he’s been missing his entire life is good, intelligent conversation. His parents tended to talk at him rather than to him, and, well… It’s left him quite isolated and lonely, only able to imagine making a human connection through novels and daydreams. Brahms is one of the few slashers who does speak and I think he can speak quite well and eloquently. This might surprise you if you’ve gotten used to the doll persona, but Brahms the man is so real, so raw, and he’s formed an unbreakable bond with you before you’ve even realised he exists. He craves a genuine connection with you that goes beyond just lust, and I honestly believe he can be gentle. We see how tenderly he treats the Greta doll for instance, how it seems to be well looked after and given lots of space on his bed. A real person isn’t the same as a body-pillow, but… I don’t think he’d be as terrible a lover as people think.

He absolutely has major attachment issues and separation anxiety though. It only gets worse after Greta, after his parents… And yeah, he is clingy as fuck. Brahms can get addicted to actual, physical human touch very quickly. For far too long, he’s been substituting with pillows and dolls; but he’s had quite enough of dolls, now. I can honestly see him developing some resentment towards the thing, because although it has been his ‘persona’ for many years, it isn’t really him. Basically, once he’s revealed himself, Brahms could care less what happens to it… It might be therapeutic for him to even smash it himself, yeah? It’s a tantrum he needs to throw.

Anyway on a lighter note, it gets very draughty in the Heelshire mansion - it’s old, after all. He’s a hound for cuddles all the time, but especially during the winter months because he’s desperate for some heat and human connection. He enjoys lying on top of you like some kind of weighted blanket, and also likes it when you do the same to him. Curl up on his fuzzy chest and pour over a book together, it’s practically mandatory at this point <3

I can’t see him wanting children with you at all, sorry. He’s way too selfish honestly lol. He hogs your affection and love day and night and he’s pretty shameless about it. Besides, he’s just not father material to be entirely honest. he’s your baby why do you want another one

Also any pets you have are on on thin ice… He wouldn’t hurt them (I wouldn’t like to believe so anyway) but he’s always jealous and sulky if he thinks you’re spending more time with them than him, even if it’s like. Five more minutes yes he has a record, probably a calendar or something. He tends to plop his curly head on your lap and demand you stroke it and lavish your attention on him until he’s satisfied. Which will probably be never tbh.

[kurakuradon]

🤍🐰🐻🤍

[milkteahood]

Brahms doesn’t apologize. You just notice chores are being done without having to remind him a thousand times.

[2braincellslz]

Tw: abusive relationships

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

《☆Bath time☆》

Brahms heelshire x fem!reader

I'll get round to doing a male reader don't worry

Fluff? I mean they'll be non-sexual nudity and a few dirty thoughts from our rat King 👑 🐀

Warnings: nudity,dirty thoughts from brahms, mention of breasts ,hoes in a tub.

Not proofread. I was half asleep writing this.

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You undressed yourself, tossing the dirty clothes to the corner. 'I'll pick them up later' you thought. As you tested the temperature a creak in the floorboards caught your attention. You turned around slowly seeing brahms stood there awkwardly with his arms behind his back. "I thought you said you were going to undress?" You said, placing your hands on your hips. Having zero shame of being in complete nude. "This was your idea anyway..." you mumbled, stepping into the bath careful to not spill any bubbles. You adjusted to the heat and sighed as you got comfortable.

Brahms waddled over and shakily slid off his cardigan. After a while being with brahms you decided that his wardrobe needed an update and brought him all this lounge wear. So seeing what he was wearing under the cardigan, it being a long sleeve t-shirt and some sweats for leg wear you got him,made you softly smile. "Don't you look handsome in your new clothes mister!" You said, as brahms cheeks tinted pink at the compliment. Not like you could see with the mask on his face.

He was now fully naked aswell, bashfully stepping into tub. He sat (uncomfortably may I add) cross-legged inbetween your legs. You chuckled as he squeezed himself together so he could fit. "Brahmsy cmere!" You laughed as you spun him around so he had his back pressed up against your chest. His eyes widened as he could feel your breasts pushing up against him, his mind went through every naughty thought he could think off before being snapped back into existence by your hands gently coming round to pull his mask off.

He sprung his arms up, causing a bit of a splash, to stop you from going any further. You let out a tsk and soothed him by rubbing his shoulders. "Do you want to be a clean happy boy?we gotta make sure your face is all fresh and handsome aswell silly!" You giggled as you rested your chin on his shoulder. His breathing hitched. He wanted to be a clean happy boy, He wanted to be all fresh and handsome, just for you. "I want to be a clean happy boy....for you" he muttered but loud enough for you to hear. You let out an aw at his adorableness and slowly but carefully removed his mask. "Now show me that gorgeous face of yours!"You cheered as he hesitantly turned his head. You looked at how handsome his face was and gave him a smile just to let him know that everything was ok.

You had washed brahms' hair which was extremely difficult as he was too big for the tub and it was harder because you were smothering the poor boy with your boobs, which I doubt he minded. You had scrubbed him clean and made sure no part of his body was unwashed. He enjoyed the part where you had to wash yourself ,watching you intently as you scrubbed your chest. You had firstly gotten yourself out the bath before brahms. You wrapped a towel around yourself and grabbed one for brahms. He snuggled himself up in the towel, shivering at the noticeable draft that was always in the mansion. "Cmon brahms let's get you ready for bed" you ushered him out the bathroom and into your bedroom.

He sat comfortably on the bed , waiting patiently for his clothes to be presented to him. You placed a pajama set on his lap as you went to go find your own pajamas. He looked down at the grey long sleeve shirt and the blue tartan pajama bottoms. He dried himself and put the pajamas on looking into the mirror in the corner, he looked up and realised he had left his mask in the bathroom and to be honest he couldn't be asked to go get it.

He turned around and watched you put on your matching pajama bottoms. He grinned happily and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms round your waist as he buried his face in your hair. "Don't we look dashing, let me just put my hair up then we can get into bed "you said reaching up to kiss his cheek. "Don't take to long y/n" he muttered as he made his way into bed still watching you intently.

You hopped into bed next to him getting ready to close your eyes until you felt a hand gently tap your shoulder. You opened your eyes confused, waiting for a response. "My goodnight kiss" he pouted as his eyes tried to stay open. You mentally punched yourself for forgetting something so important. You wiggled over to him and massaged his cheek as his eyes fluttered close. You gave him a loving peck on the lips before snuggling up into him. He reacted to this and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in more.

"Goodnight my baby boy"

"Night love"

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I am severely touch starved.

PLEASE REBLOG THANK YOU

[haunted-unknowns-world]

Bro I’d dead be down to like proof read and final edit y’all fanfic writers (and especially y’all smut writers) works. (That’s the part of English class I actually passed.) I’d definitely do it for free but some extra cash would be nice too! I have a whole sob story about how my job don’t respect their workers and don’t pay them livable wages but I’ll spare you. HMU!!🫶🏻

[kittyamore0]

Hi this is my first time requesting something😭 I was wondering if u could write a Dom Brahms smut x sub female reader? (I love your writing btw)

-🌹

Our first time

Thank you!

Summary: Not much, just you and Brahms </3

Little note: sorry for the delay, ive been on and off with this one-shot, but now its finally ready!

genre: NSFW one-shot

Fandom: Horror

Character: Brahms Heelshire

Cw: Female! Sub! reader, Dom! Brahms, table sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, doggy style sex position, Brahms ruining you, blind fold usage, lost of virginity, slight begging kink, fingering, Lactation kink, dumbification kink, slight sadistic Brahms...just sex.

He stared attentively at you through that slightly, polished, cracked porcelain doll mask. You were currently washing the dishes and getting dinner ready with loud music playing.

You were unaware of his presence, due to how loud the music played. You stood there, swaying your hips to the beat, as he stood in the door way and his eyes roam up and down your body

It made him feel warm, hot even. His breathing becoming more uneven. His heart rapidly slamming against his chest.

You turned around to place the wet dish back into its holder. You yelped and jumped backwards when your eyes landed on Brahms first rather than the dish rack. "Jesus Christ! You scared me Brahms!"

His head cocked to the left of him and he mumbled out a quick 'sorry' You placed a hand over your heart and put the plate in the dish rack. "Is there something you need, Brahms?" He stopped for a minute, looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't when he slowly shook his head.

You raised a brow at his actions. "Alright then.." You went back to scrubbing the dishes, careful not to get the water further than your purple gloves.

Brahms legs unconsciously move towards your enticing figure. His arms wrapping around your waist the moment he gets close enough to.

"Brahms?" He hummed in your hair. The way his name left your lips in a soft whisper made him feel uneven. The way you were up against him, your curves aligning with his...It was like a puzzle piece.

You and him were made for each other, and that was all he could think about.

What if...you and him did those kinds of intimate things he would see in books?

Oh, those pretty noises that would come out of your swollen lips. Your soft begs for him to keep going or maybe even to stop.

"Brahmsies, is everything okay?" He nodded, but you didn't believe him. You turned around, his arms slipping loose.

You were just in front of the dinning table before his arms slipped around you again, the grip even more tighter than before.

"Stay." You shuddered at his unmasked voice. It wasn't as childish as it usually would be, it was much more deeper and low now. "It hurts..." His whine made you panic slightly. Did he hurt himself? what happened?

"Brahmsies, did you hurt yourself? where does it hurt?" He just looked down, a bit embarrassed.

You sighed and stared into his dilated eyes. "Kiss," ah, his child voice was back. "It hurts with the mask on, Brahms." His grip had gotten tighter, making you let out a soft gasp.

He let out a scowl. "Stay here." You meekly nodded and he harshly ran past you. The air blowing on the side of your shoulder.

The music had stopped playing, sending shivers down your spine, only hearing the echoing silence of the Heelshire manor.

A few minutes passed and you heard the squeaks and squeals of the hard, wooden floors.

You felt his body behind yours and suddenly, your vision went black, covered by a soft fabric. "B-Brahms?"

He placed his index finger over your soft lips. You could hear a 'click' and then you heard him place that glassy, polished mask down.

A harsh grip on your chin made your head turn to your right in a swift movement.

You felt chapped, peeled lips on yours. A mix of soft and warm with peeled, cold lips.

The kiss was eager and hungry, but gentle and sincere at the same time.

His head tilted, to aline his flawed lips with your perfect ones. You felt his teeth tug at your bottom lips, as if asking for access.

You sighed into his lips and kept your lips agape for his tongue to slip in, and it did.

His tongue slid at the roof of your mouth, keeping yours trapped and pushed back.

Your lips grew swollen and your lungs begged for some air. Eventually, you broke the kiss in a haze.

"Pretty [Name...]" He murmured against your lips. Your throat was dry, despite the kissing. You stammered your words, unable to form a clear sentence. You could not take compliments.

"O-oh, um--" it didn't help either when you felt his lips hover over your tender neck. You felt his teeth get a slight grip on your neck.

You shuddered, feeling Brahms lips twitch into a smile at your reaction.

A breathless moan escaped your lips when his teeth had sunk into your warm skin, his tongue grazing against your irritated skin.

Your body had felt warm and felt warmer by the second. "Brahms..." He had never really paid attention to why or how you said his name, but now? Now was different. He loved how his name rolled off your tongue, along with a whine. It enticed him, making his heart filled with a certain...need.

Dark hues formed on your neck. A way for you and others to know that you belong to him and only him.

The thought of more marks covering your bare body in other places made his cock throb.

His right hand traveled up your body and one of his fingers held onto the bra strap. His left hand traveled down and hooked around the hem of your panties. "please...please, please, please..." He mutters, his pleas causing your heart to beat faster, as if it were about to burst.

You had never gotten very intimate with your past partners, leaving you a virgin, since you figured they weren't the right ones. But with Brahms, it was...different.

You weakly nodded. His breath hitched in his throat. He wasn't too experienced himself when it came to sexual pleasure, but he had read about it, and he was willing to try and do whatever it takes to make you feel good.

He slipped his fingers in the soft fabric, pushing it down and away slightly. His digits grazed over your soaking cunt. Your mouth hangs open when his right hand kneads your breast. His forefinger and thumb working together on pinching your hardened nipple.

Your legs twitched and your hips jolted when he drew soft, slow circles into your clit. "Brahms--" Before you could finish your sentence, Brahms pushed one of his fingers inside your beating entrance. A loud mewl spilling from your quivering lips. Your walls stretching, trying to adjust the new feeling.

He sighed at the feeling of you clenching around his finger, and that only made him wonder, what would happen if he added more?

With barely enough time to react, hes slipped two more of his rough, dry fingers into you. "oh, fuck!--" Your hips buckled down for more friction.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling for just a second, which really felt like more than a second, to hit your G-spot.

Your mind clouded with the touch of Brahms fingers, which was currently used to fuck you. Your pre-cum coating his rather tall, rough, vein-y fingers.

Your nails could break from how hard they dug into the marble table. His relentless pumping only drove faster. "So, so warm..." He pushed his palm further into your sex. He loved the feeling of your wet, warm puffed out cunt against his hands. Every noise you make, every whine, whimper, moan, mewl, cry, okay, you get the point. It drove him crazy. He wanted to hear more and more than before, many more. His cock oozing with pre-cum with every noise that came out of your swollen lips. Unconsciously, he began to grind against you. His clothed tip almost hitting your clit.

He wanted to be inside of you, like how those books would describe when things got intimate between the Male and Female.

The thought of it made his finger drive faster into you. "W--wait, t--too much!--- " Your throat involved a gag when his right hand fingers were shoved down your throat, taking them in a chocked manner.

You barely had any time to react to his lewd actions, as he didn't care to be gentle with you anymore. Tears pricked into your eyes, the soft, black blind fold quick to absorb your warm, salty tears.

Your desperate cries for him to slow down were muffled, the words not getting too far away from his now vibrating fingers. "So pretty..." He shoved his fingers deeper into your throat, hitting your gag reflex many times. "Bra--hghn...I---can't!--" A low chuckle erupted from his throat and his teeth drove straight into your beaten up neck. "Plea--ah!--s--slow down...s'too much...! can't--can't!-- " Your teeth gripped onto your lower lip. The way your teeth molded into your lower lip harshly had enough power to break the delicate skin and draw blood.

"More...More!" He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. More whines spew out of your mouth. Your uncomprehended babbles continued on and on. Your walls tightened around his fingers. An unfamiliar knot building up in your lower abdomen. The feeling even edges him on. His pants being ruined and coated with his pre-cum.

"I--hah!--gonna--gonna!--" You loudly gasp, feeling the knot untie itself. You let out a whine and press your forehead against the marble table. His fingers help you ride out your high, coaxing it in your cum.

His finger exits out of your entrance and he brings them up to his mouth, sucking his cum-layered finger. Every covered finger with slide in and out with a pop.

His tongue swirled in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste. Oh, how he just could imagine how many more times hes about to make you cum, whimper, wine, moan, cry, beg and so much more. He wants all of it. It has to be you, and only you.

Your upper body heaved up and down. Brahms eyes glued onto your breast. His head dipped down and leveled with your chest. His mouth took one of your nipples in, his tongue swirling around the erratic nipple.

You whined and laid against him, too tired to do or say anything. He placed a few kisses on it. It made him feel nursed, but instead he's taking control.

Your stomach turned and twisted when he let his imperfect lips trail down your stomach. His hand was removed from your mouth, and you heard the flyer to his pants zip down. "W--wait!--" Your plea was cut off with his scowl. You were still recovering from your sweet release, but that only made him go further. If you had cum once already, why not another time? He was already craving to see his cock slamming in and out of you cruelly, his cum filling you up till' it dripped down your perfect body and onto your plush thighs.

He ignored your cries and gripped both his jeans and boxers down. Even more tears formed into your eyes, trying to tell him to give you a minute to process everything and calm down. His cock roamed free out of those suffocating jeans. Hes thick and throbbing with pre-cum, but not like you can see that.

The thought of him entering inside you while you wore a dark blindfold made you shiver, and as if he had read your thoughts, you felt his needy cock forcing its way through your wet, slick folds, finding its way inside your cunt.

The slow pain was all you could focus on, as Brahms was stretching you out quite a bit too much. "Ah!--Fuck, fuck!--mfmg!--" You grunted. Your sex trying to adjust Brahms, and there was much more to go.

Brahms breathing became ragged, hitched and inhumanly fast. "Tight, you're so...tight!--" He shudders, thinking about the way you wrapped around him. oh, you just felt too good.

"So--t--tight--" He whimpered, his focus all on you. The feeling was new to the both of you, which made the pain unbearable.

You felt yourself being stretched even more than what had seemed possible. The pain slowly turns into still, unbearable pleasure. Brahms lets out a shuddered moan when you've taken him whole. His hips jolted forward, each second mercilessly pounding into you. Countless mewls come out of your lips. The inhumane speed of his thrust fastens your panting, enough that hes fucking you dumb at this point.

"You...li--like this?" You sniffled, trying to respond with a mind clouded with pleasure. "Ngn...y--ah!--" You began babbling out nonsense. Your walls tighten around his length.

His unused hand gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. His head cocked to the side. The sight of your teeth jabbing at your lower lip, your furrowed brows, you looked so...vulnerable, and he liked the sight of that. He liked the sight of you submitting to him, like you should, like you were meant to.

You whine as a familiar sensation builds up once again, in your core. The same knot that tied in your lower abdomen earlier. "cu-cumming, cumming!--" His hips collided with yours, going even more faster. You squeeze yourself around Brahms cock, his quite huge member going in and out as it pleases.

"Cum-cum for me!--" Brahms groaned, stuffing his face into your hair. On command, you let yourself come undone. Your cum covering his cock. He stops his fast pace and goes slow, wanting to remember this moment. Your expression when you came, your cum covering him.

He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple, before proceeding to his rough pace. "Bra--hms!, no--no more, ple--ase! Can't...Can't--No...more!--" Your begging only enticed him to keep going, he like how your tears stained the blind fold, even rolling down past the blindfold. Your pleas made it harder for him to stop.

Not only that, but you had cum twice already. It should be his turn now, and he's going to make sure he's gotten to feel what you had felt, his release. His cum filling you up. That's what he wanted.

He smiles as he continues slamming himself in and out of you, sending you into overstimulation. You laid your head against the marble table once again, letting your chocked sobs take over your words.

His lower abdomen twisted and turned, feeling a harsh but pleasant upcoming tension that begged to be taken care of. He dug his mouth in your neck, biting the skin, once again. You cried out when he had bitten you roughly, the pain hurting more than those shots you get at the doctors. "Almo-almost...there!--" His cock twitched inside of you, as he let himself unravel inside you. His cum painting your tired walls.

His cum dripping down your cunt, and onto your thigh. He stared down and admired the sight. He whined when he slowly removed himself from you, already wanting to continue being in you.

You sighed, and allowed yourself to catch a breath. Then, your body was being picked up from the waist. You were turned around and seated down on the cold table.

Brahms placed his head to your slightly-exposed chest, while his hands remained on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead tenderly.

You let out a pleased hum, before closing your eyes and resting your head against his.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Brahms with a Nymphomaniac

Minors DNI

@nerd-bookworm

Masterlist

Brahms wanted his hands on you the second you walked through that door. I mean, he’s an absolute sex fiend himself. Then he wants you more when he sees you every night fucking yourself on a dildo. He also notices your behavior on a daily basis, like you’re antsy and waiting to get off.

He waits about a month then completely gives in and reveals himself.

Kinda freaks you out for a minute then, confuses you then, something kicks in where you want him.

You still go through your daily routine with him and wait to see what he wants, when you kiss him that night you realize how much he does want you. I mean dude grabbed you and kissed your lips (unfortunately it hurt cause it was that stupid mask).

You grabbed back harder and started kissing down him and feeling different parts of his body. He was grabbing different parts of your body too.

All of a sudden you two are fucking. He was literally everything you needed. Dude fucks rough as hell.

You two fuck every day, morning, after breakfast, after lunch, before bed, during a shower, doesn’t matter. There’s also no where you haven’t fucked, he’s fucked you outside, in the kitchen, when you’re on the phone, in the walls, in his dingy bedroom, which just ended up turning you on more when you found the sex doll of you.

You two fuck like rabbits, sex drive is high as hell and rounds just don’t exist. You two just stop when one of you is passed out.

You were sore for the first few weeks of this but your body just got so used to it. You guys are lucky you have that mansion all to yourselves cause you guys are LOUD.

Sometimes you two do need a week break, somehow y’all got that shit lined up and you’re back to fucking later.

[slashing-thunnder]

can u do f y/n with squishy cheeks, not chubby but just squishable u can do this with any slasher but i enjoy brahms and bubba!

Admittedly my inspiration has been a bit low lately, but I did wanna get around to this one and give ya something Anon 😅 to the few others I got in my inbox, I will eventually get to them, I'm just braining bad lately

Headcanons for Brahms and Bubba

Brahms Heelshire

With squishy cheeks, they're perfectly pinchable, meaning he's pinching every chance he gets. He may get in trouble for doing it constantly, but it's hard for him to resist, it's adorable to see you squirm away from it. It's worth the time out 😈

Bubba Sawyer

Oh he loves to squish your cheeks, it's both a stimming thing and a loving thing. He just loves to touch you. He thinks it's adorable the way you giggle from it too, so of course he can't stop. He'll smoosh them around when you're sad just to try and make you smile.