#brhams x reader

[vikkirosko]

🔥Brahms Heelshire x Reader Oneshot Traps 📋

Brahms is used to hiding from prying eyes. There were many reasons for this, but he always kept an eye on those who came to the house, especially if they were babysitters. That's exactly how you were the new babysitter. He didn't know why, but you got attention. You smiled at his parents, but your eyes remained frighteningly cold. This cold attracted his attention and he was sure that you would be perfect for the role of a nanny, which he soon informed his parents, so you stayed in their house, and his parents hurried away, leaving you, as you thought, alone.

He was closely watching what you were doing and noticed something strange. You really took care of the doll like it was a real child, but other than that, you did strange things. You made little traps, the purpose of which he did not understand. At least until Malcolm came along. His presence in the house and the fact that he tried to flirt with you irritated the secret inhabitant of the house, but you didn't seem to notice the flirting in your address. But you carefully activated your traps, which made Malcolm feel like there was someone else in the house. At that moment, Brahms saw a twinkle in your eyes. You liked to see fear in other people's eyes, which Malcolm didn't realize.

This went on for several weeks and every day you scared the guest more and more, feigning fear, but at the same time not paying attention to the sounds from the walls. Brhams was curious to know what you were planning to do, but he felt more and more annoyed that Malcolm was trying to support you and stayed in the house more and more often and longer. It was on a night like this, when Brahms' patience was ending, that Malcolm stayed to make sure you were safe.

The noise from your trap rang out again and you screamed in fright.

"There's definitely someone there! I'm sure of it!"

"I'll go check…"

Malcolm went into the room where the sound came from, and you stayed in the room, but Brahms didn't see it. He had a more important job to do. He didn't see you walking with a knife in your hand, intending to finally bring your plan to life, but as soon as you heard the sound of something breaking and then a scream, you ran into the room. There you saw something you didn't expect to see. Malcolm was lying on the floor in his blood and life was gradually leaving him, and a stranger with a porcelain mask on his face towered over him. He didn't seem to notice you. You could have run away, but instead you stood there with your eyes wide open. The kitchen knife fell out of your hands and it caught his attention.

Brahms focused his attention on you, after which he approached you. He was covered in blood and in his right hand was clutched a fragment of a mirror, which he had broken. You didn't move, watching his actions, but he threw away the shard and touched your cheek, staining you with blood.

"Brahms?.."

He nodded, looking at you carefully, and then bent down to your face. He expected you to be scared, that you would try to escape, but he noticed in your gaze that spark of interest that few things could cause, and your lips stretched into a light, sincere smile.

"You didn't have to do it, I could have done it myself, it's not the first time"

He abruptly wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to him.

"Mine…"

Brahms felt your palm brush his back, after which he heard your quiet voice.

"I think you'll have to explain something to me after we clean up this mess…"

[dreamties]

7 with brhams heelshire?

7. “im sorry, it just got out of control but i swear im okay”

Brahms Heelshire x GN! Reader

Prompt List - I will gladly accept more requests off that list <333 Please refer to my character list for an updated list of characters I write for.

Word Count: 367 (not every request will be this long !! this was supposed to be a drabble and yet 💀)

They frown, bending down to look at their boyfriend. His huddled form against the cold, hardwood floor. He picks at the remnants of his porcelain mask.

They try not to move with any sudden movements, Brahms could be so easy to spook, to startle. They always felt pained when he got scared, they wouldn't know what to do with themself if anything they ever did shook him like that.

"Brahms, darlin'?" Their knees gently hit the floor, trying to get Brahms to open up. He shrivels under their gaze and meekly shrugs.

In a small, broken voice, he speaks up. "I'm sorry." It comes out warbled.

"Oh," they shift closer. Cradling their hands around the broken mess before them. "Oh. Brahmsy . . ."

He shakes his head, clearly upset. His face scrunched up, no matter how much he tries to smooth it out, keep his expression perfectly schooled. His cheeks red and damp with tears.

"It- it's okay," he whines. Tries to be gentle, humming with honey coated lungs instead of the record scratch in his throat. "It just got out of hand a little but- but it's. I'm okay."

They half-frown, half try to pull a smile on their own face. They turn their head sideways, to look at Brahms better. He's stubborn but slowly raises his gaze to stare back into their eyes. His hazy deep brown eyes stuck on their own.

"It happens sometimes, doll. It's okay if we aren't always careful- that's not always possible. It matters if we try making things right, though. You think we could do that?"

They make scooping motions with their hands towards the pile of shards.

Brahms makes a noncommittal sort of noise. A little confused, a little unwanting, unwilling. He tilts his face closer and allows his partner's eyes to roam and sink into his pores. "That's okay?" He breathes out, nervy. Anxious.

They nod. "Completely okay. Now- why don't ya help me clean this up, okay?"

He hums. He lets them briefly cradle his face, placing a gentle kiss to the burn scars littered on his face. He agrees with a gentle "alright". Takes his lovers hand as he stands up- looking for a dustpan and brush.

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Smut about this pretty baby pls 🥺👉👈

Gn reader, switch Brhams (if not then sub Brhams is fine too)

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AN: Of course bestie. You’re currently a whore for brahms so i’ll help with ur obsession 💅

Requester: @hoefornamtits

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The Walls • Brahms

Plot: Brahms wants to please Echo but he doesn’t fully know how to, so Echo tries to take control to show him but they instead making Brahms feel good.

Pairing: Brahms x GN! Reader (Named: Echo)

Warnings: Sub!Brahms, Dom!GN Reader, Dirty Talk, Choking, Hair Pulling, Slight Dumbification, Neutral Private Areas, and Slight Switch Brahms if you squint.

Song: The Walls - Chase Atlantic

Extra: This goes out to my favorite bitch, yoonsie/eros/latte! here’s to you my asexual yet horny ass friend.

Word Count:

“Had a little, now she wanting more.

Told her I gotta make some calls.”

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echo made his way through the halls of the manor, cleaning off dust from all the old antiques. the day was almost over which meant echo would be seeing brahms soon.

the two have gotten close ever since echo made the decision to stay and continue taking care of brahms.

when echo felt content with the dusting, they made their way up to brahms room to tuck in his doll. “goodnight brahms.”

echo turned the light off and made their way to their room and jumped slightly upon seeing brahms standing in the middle of it, waiting for them.

“damn brahms, you scared the shit out of me.” echo breathed out while moving around him to change their night clothes.

as they moved to go to the bathroom to change, brahms stopped them by hugging from behind. echo could feel brahms arousal against their back, causing a shiver to run of his spin.

“brahms…” echo breathed out, eyes closing slightly as they thought about actions they could do together.

“i want… to make you feel good. show me how…” brahms pleaded. echo blushed slightly and took a deep breath before turning to face the incredibly tall man.

how could echo say no to him? seeing him so vulnerable and slightly submissive made a tingle go through their body.

echo moved brahms to lay on the bed before straddling him. “you want to learn how to make me feel good? huh baby? give me your hand.” echo commanded.

brahms moved his hand up to echo who took his hand and moved it down to their core. they took the opportunity to grind in his palm slowly, letting some moans leave their lips.

“fuck, just like that baby.” echo praised. brahms sat up to help remove echo’s shirt from their body.

brahms held out his other hand to echo which ended up with his fingers working magic along echo’s nipples.

echo’s back arched slightly into brahms touch as both pleasures suck in. “you’re so pretty.” brahms was the one to praise this time. echo smiled lightly in return as they sped up their pace a bit.

the two stayed in their positions until echo felt close to their climax. they stopped their movements and moved brahms to lay down again.

“hands are one of the more basic ways to please me if you want to take things slow and to tease with me. another thing you can do is with your tongue..” echo explained, removing their lower clothes.

they moved until their legs were on either side of of brahms head. they looked down and put their hands on his mask. brahms grabbed his hands, “can i move it slightly? i promise not to look if you’re not ready.” echo said in a sweet voice. brahms slowly removed his hands away and moved them to wrap around echo’s thighs.

echo moved the mask enough so brahm’s mouth was free. from there echo moved to hover above brahms to give him a moment to adjust. brahms fixed this and pulled echo to fully sit on his face before he started moving his tongue against echo’s hole.

echo moaned loudly from the sudden pleasure and gripping the headboard. brahms was able to figure out how to use his tongue quite quickly as he found the perfect spot to have the most effect.

“fuck brahms! you make me feel so good! you’re doing so good for me baby.” echo praised once more as their head became light headed from hoe good they felt.

they felt their end coming again and they wanted to stop brahms but brahms refused as he wanted to see what happened at the end.

“i’m so close, baby! god no one else could make me feel this good brahms.” they moaned out as they came hard. brahms moved his head slightly to lick it all up off echo.

“you also taste amazing. i want more.” brahms said as echo moved off his face and fixing his mask.

echo looked at him with a slight blush on their face before looking over brahms. some wetness still shown in his beard and his pants was starting to look overly tight.

“what about you brahms? let me make you feel good once…” echo said seductively as they moved to kiss brahms’ mask lightly.

“no no, no me this time. i want to please you.” brahms begged. echo sighed lightly before agreeing.

“well this last thing can have us both feel good. now just sit against the headboard this time and remove your pants, baby.” echo commanded again which of course brahms obeyed.

echo moved to straddle brahms, lining him up against their hole. “are you ready baby?” echo asked.

“please, please let me feel you around me. i need you so bad.” brahms whimpered as his hands moved to grasp on echo’s soft skin, pulling them as close as he could.

echo granted his wish and moved down until brahms completely bottomed out in echo. both figures released quick moans, one from feeling stretched out, the other feeling the walls clench around him.

“fuck.” brahms breathed out, feeling the best he’s ever felt. echo’s hands moved to grasp on brahms’ hair before they started to move themselves up and down on brahms.

“i’ve never been stretched out like this, fuck you fill me up so good, brahms.” echo kissed his mask once more as they sped up their pace and as brahms joined in to match their rhythm.

both of them never wanted this feeling to end, they never felt anything as good as this. echo was also slightly still sensitive from their first orgasm which brahms used to his advantage.

he moved his free hands up along echo’s chest and started abusing his nipples which earned breathy whimpers from echo. brahms watched as echo’s dominant side crumble slightly in his hands. he soaked up all the power he had over echo.

“i’m close again brahms, how about you?” echo’s back was arching into brahms’ touch and their nails digging into his back as they tried to hold back their orgasm.

“i think i’m close too.” brahms moaned out. echo moved their head down to kiss along brahms’ neck, leaving dark marks long along the base of it. they wanted to leave a reminder of this moment for both of them.

“cum with me, brahms.” echo’s breaths became quicker as they reached their limit and ended up spilling over the edge again. brahms reached his end a few seconds after echo, feeling the way echo squeezed around him.

the two stayed in that position for a bit, looking at each other while catching their breath. echo moved off brahms and attempted to stand up but fell to the floor as their legs gave out.

brahms quickly moved to their side and picked them up. “where are you going?” brahms asked.

“to the bathroom, we need to clean up.” echo smiled.

brahms stopped for a moment, “don’t need the bathroom to do that.” brahms put echo back on the bed again, placing his head between echo’s legs once more.

“round 3?” brahms asked, tilting his head slightly. before echo could respond, brahms moved his mask slightly again and dove in to taste echo once more.

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“This may be one hell of a night,

come with me we gonna go outside.”

[brwnicons]

slasher with a reader who is latina? ( like from chile and they made completos , empanadas,mote with quesillo)

Slashers x Chilean reader 🇨🇱 

☆ No especificaste qué slashers querías así que hice algunos que se me ocurrieron, espero te guste <3 ☆

-> Includes: Jason, Hannibal, Brahms and Chromeskull

-> Summary: headcanons + bit of scenario, fluff, reader's gender is neutral

-> Warnings / Triggers: Mentions of food, mention of cannibalism in Hannibal's and sexual innuendo from Chromeskull at the end

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Jason

• He doesn't know a thing about the outside world, including where Chile is

• Poor boy drowned when he was just a kid so couldn't even have good geography classes

• But he's totally up for you explaining him EVERYTHING!

• And the food, omg the food, he loves everything you make for him

• The first time you showed him a completo you could swear that there were sparkles in his eyes

• It looks like those hot dogs the campers eat but is much tastier!

• Wants to watch you cook! He remembers all of the recipes and its steps <3

• He doesn't dare to help you because, big hands. And he is afraid that he'll bother you or won't be able to handle the cookware properly

• If hears you speaking in Spanish he'll instantly melt on the spot!! Even if it's just a little phrase like "it's rainy today"

• Though as he never heard spanish he first thought you were speaking nonsense

• Call him Spanish petnames and he is a flustered mess

Hannibal

• If you have Chilean accent, he knew where you were from the moment he heard you

• When you show him the Chilean gastronomy he wants to try them all, both cooking and eating them

• He'll try to make variants of your dishes with human meat but we are not discussing this today

• You'll have once time a month a week dedicated to yours local gastronomies, with some days for Chilean dishes and others for Lithuanian ones.

• Oh, you want to make some Chilean empanadas? He'll make some Lithuanian's ( kibinai ) to accompany yours!

• I've got the feeling that this man knows more languages than I can count, so I guess he'll know the basics for Spanish

• At least the minimum to nag you when you curse in Spanish, hoping he won't understand, but he does

• And as he calls you Lithuanian pet names, you would call him others in Spanish <3

Brahms

• The wall rat is well educated so at least knows where Chile is, point for him

• But he doesn't know Spanish, so if you talk to him in your mother language it will annoy him, since he can't understand it and thinks that you are insulting him

• Honestly you are just saying that the sky is blue and the clouds white, which makes his tantrum even funnier

• He'll search for some spanish dictionary and some day he'll appear in front of you to say the most grammatically incorrect Spanish phrase you've ever heard

• When you burst into laughs he gets a bit sad

• Find him and teach him and he'll be the happiest <3

• About gastronomy!!

• He is a bit strong headed so you'll have a hard time trying to add the Chilean food to your meals

• But, honestly, the first time he smells a beef empanada he jumps out of the wall and demands to try it

• Well, he can make some changes in his menu, right?

• And the first time he sees you drinking mote con huesillo

• He just stands in front of you, eyes fixed in the glass between your hands that contains that sweet orange liquid

• He stays like that for, like, 3 minutes? Only watching the peach float on top

• "Uh... you wanna try?" You say as you show him your spoon full of wheat mote

• From now on now whenever you are going to make mote with huesillo you have to make two of them, because looks like some wall boy became fond of it

Chromeskull

• Since he is loaded and probably has traveled a lot, he has likely been to Chile at least once

• Honestly he prob makes fun of how you pronounce some words

• At least they can pronounce words you silver moron

• I picture him as a huge food enjoyer and if it's from your home country he's more than willing to try it!

• He has became very fond of your Chilean dishes

• You once gave him a completo and he liked it so much now you will eat it often together

• Also you once made him some empanadas so he could eat and remember you while he was away on a work trip, but he didn't know that you did it and when he was in his car and discovered and opened the well decorated box that protected the food he started sobbing <3

• Will buy you the best cookware and tools for you to use, and the best ingredients are always at your fingertips.

• He knows how Spanish sounds but he'll liquefy everytime you speak to him in it anyway

• Spanish petnames??? Are you trying to kill him?????

• Look at what you made, now he's all clingy and making advances towards you

• Oh, but don't try to fool him by calling him insults and making it look like they're petnames, cause he'll search every word you call him and if they're inappropriate you'll have to pay for your actions

• Now the punshiment is up to you, my work here is done

[the-slasher-madame]

If you're still doing requests: What if the slashers had a S/O who could control animals? (Straight up, this mf could make a group of rats conga line with a few hand movements, lol) Bonus points: Maybe this ability was the reason the slashers didn't kill them initially? (I love your headcanons so far, btw! Especially the geese one, lol I hope you have a lovely day/night!)

HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT!!!!! Animals r so cool lol. I'm remember Ratcatcher II from The Suicide Squad and I am loving it. For some reason I'm reminded of a story where this one girl did like freeform taxidermy?? Only tenuously connected, but hey my brain is missing a few washers. I'm glad you like the geese!!!! I love geese so, so much. I see them at school and its all heart eyes.

CWs: mentions of violence (it's slashers y'all, they go stab and we go "yes king <3", cursing (think y'all are used to that by now lol), let me know if I missed anything!!!

Vincent Sinclair: I genuinely think this boy is very soft. I firmly believe he loves animals and the soft side of life, so he would love that you have such a connection with animals. I think he'd worry about if the animals are ok when all this happens, but he thinks its so cool. I think he'd beg you to bring animals around so he could pet them and sketch them with a proper model.

I think, in Ambrose, the most likely animals on hand would be squirrels, rabbits, and snakes, none of which he's noticed behave the way they do when you're summoning them for protection. You just make a solid line of defense, and he knows better than to fuck with snakes, so he just stops and waits for Bo. Bo is terrified and probably thinks you're Satan, but Vinny is gonna be absolutely fascinated. He begs Bo to keep you around, and Bo was a little too scared to deny it. Would make sure to get you anything you need if it tires you out and would have food and water on hand for the animals. Jonesy is off-limits, unless she's run off and they can't find her (I feel like you can kinda sense the animals around you??).

Bo Sinclair: I just have a gut feeling that this boy is terrified of supernatural shit, at least if you use that supernatural shit against him lol. He loves asking you to do stuff like this as a party trick. Wants to use you to help when hunting (animals), but would also test to see if you can control humans. I think also in softer moments he would love interacting with animals he usually doesn't get to see up close. And, if he pisses you off, I think you could use the woodland critters to your advantage. . . thefUCK DID THESE SQUIRRELS COME FROM--

Would feel the same way about you controlling Jonesy, using it only if she's lost and possibly in danger (but he's also the type to say "she can handle herself" so he'd wait a little bit). Did not appreciate being attacked by the small creatures when he tried to catch you, but he had his shotgun and you cared for the animals and were getting tired. It was quite the stalemate, and quite the compromise. Would every once in a while ask you to bring animals around for Lester to play with, or for Vinny to use as models, or even for Jonesy to play with. He's a family man, what can I say

Michael Myers (RZ): as per usual, stoic and seems uncaring. He isn't the most gentle person ever (he was raised in an asylum by a fucked up doctor-I'll talk about him later, but he's gonna handle animals like a small child). Rough but trying his best, doesn't mean to hurt them. I think using animals would be a good therapy technique, give him something to learn how to be soft with. Starts to love when you bring animals around, and learns to be gentle. Back to the beginning though: like a cat, rather predictably. Sometimes glares at the animals, especially if they decide he is the new mama. I think he would hiss, but he doesn't talk so he just glowers until the animal wonders away (but their insistence starts to warm his heart).

I think birds would be what save you from Mikey. He's marching after you in the dark nature-y parts of Haddonfield, and you summon birds to swarm him. I don't think he'd really react much to the pecking and scratching, might be more sensitive to the noise, but is overall just curious. Like "well this is new." (I think creativity and novelty is like the key way to get him to spare you). He likes to study, and would absolutely observe your power. Y'all stare at each other while you catch your breathe and the birds swarm the Boogeyman, and eventually he turns and walks off. You start catching sight of him following you, eventually, but he never made a move to harm you so you let it be. Eventually becomes very soft with the animals and loves feeling how soft they are, feeling their warmth and feeling them breathe while they lay next to you on his chest.

Thomas Hewitt: I’m sorry y’all, I’m just convinced that this family is terrified of the supernatural. With every superpower, Thomas is a little freaked, Luda Mae is looking for holy water, Hoyt is convinced the devil has finally come for him (he should be worried more about me), and Monty is laughing at Hoyt. However, I think this power would be one that wouldn’t freak them out as much. Like gee animals?? Hoyt and Monty particularly are gonna think you’re harmless, and Luda is going to be a little hesitant around you but overall think you won’t hurt anyone, and Thomas is gonna be so soft. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Like awwww you’re animal themed 🥺🥺 They’d definitely make you take care of rats and maybe get the animals (if they have any on their farm??) to come to slaughter easier. Thomas wouldn’t like that idea, he wants to keep you protected from all the violent shit, and Hoyt would be pissed if you refused. Will start being an ass and Thomas starts to glare at him... and you call on the rabbits and birds. Hoyt never yells at you again. Ever. 

I think more small woodland critters would be the most readily accessible. Rabbits, squirrels, birds (can y’all tell I like birds yet lol?). Rats, you’re going to find rats in the basement ad get them to chew through your bindings. When Tommy comes back and finds you free, terrified, and surrounded by rats, he’s going to go get the rest of the family and let you live. I another one that loves loves loves getting to interact with animals up close. Loves petting rabbit (I also love rabbits). Loves the birds landing on his finger like a Disney princess. Feels bad when he has to butcher pigs, and keeps you away from the family cannibal business at all costs. Understands that you’re connected to animals and doubts its any easier when its you know...humans. Mesmerized by you, your powers, and your looks

Brahms Heelshire: he’s a bit conflicted. One one hand, this boy was undoubtably a bookworm, I mean what else could he do while being exiled to the walls?? Anyways, he feels like you’re a character from his childhood books and it makes him love you even more, already associating you with pleasant memories. On the other hand, what the fuck people aren’t supposed to do that????? I think he learns about your power while he’s still in the walls, and he gets over it pretty quickly seeing how careful you are with the doll and other critters you find around the mansion. You refuse to use the rat traps and at first he’s a little annoyed, but then he sees your power and starts to understand why. I think when y’all finally do meet, he’s trying to be as non-threatening as possible and you have gathered an army of rats. He doesn’t move toward you, just starts talking softly and trying to explain who he is. You’d eventually have to ask him to repeat it all cause you were busy trying to not have a heart attack and a stroke at once. Y’all manage to come to an understanding. 

While out of the walls, he will pester you with as many questions as he can get out of his mouth. He’s a curious boy, what can I say? I think, like Mikey, he would be a little rough on the animals first before learning to properly handle them. For the love of every god, please use the animals like therapy animals. He can play and pet with them while also learning to confront the trauma of his bullshit parents. I think he would really like rabbits, cause he has the childlike center, and could learn to be decently ok with the rats but I don’t think he will touch them. When deer wander through, he gets super excited. I think he would warm up to a cat or a dog in the house. WAIT NO HE’D MAKE A DOLL OF THE PET TO MATCH HIS DOLL AWWWWWWW!!! Would also probably make woodland dolls. He’d be happy that his doll isn’t lonely anymore :D

Alright, I’ve got the first 5. Let me know if y’all want more!!! I love fluff like this its so cuteeee And n case it wasn’t obvious, I really like birds and rabbits (my favorite plushies are rabbis :3). I can’t tell y’all how honored I feel to be getting requests and follows and just I’m soft 🥺. I’ve never been real popular or had like a solid community of my own so this is all really special to me, and I will be thanking y’all as often as possible <33333

[ominouschickens]

Can we get Thomas with an S/O who gets PISSED when hot says something bad about Thomas, and they just give hiy a death glare? I'm in need of protective s/o and protective Tommy 😩

Sweetness and fluff below!

Date Night!

Thomas Hewitt x GN! Reader

Warnings: Hoyt, cursing

It was supposed to be a peaceful evening. Key word, supposed. Hoyt had to ruin everything with his awful moods. Tonight was no different…

All you wanted was some time with your husband? Was that so much to ask? It already took you days to convince him that one evening wouldn’t hurt,l so Hoyt coming in to ruin the fun made it much worse.

You convinced Thomas to sit outside with you and watch the incoming meteor shower tonight. You pulled him out into the night and settled him into the soft grass, laying yourself right beside him. You caught a few, before Hoyt stomps outside to begin his bullshit, yet again.

“Tommy! Get yer’ ass back in here! You ain’t finished working!” You hate the way he talks to Tommy. You can already feel yourself growing angry, but you try to reason patiently. Thomas goes to get up, but you interrupt him,

“I asked mama if we could have tonight together, and she said it was fine…”

“I don’t give a shit what mama says! Tommy! You gettin’ stupider by the second? I said let’s go boy!” Hoyt retorts. Thomas gives you a sad smile and gets up, leaving you in the grass. Your anger gets the best of you. You hop up from the grass and begin stomping towards the porch, shouting at Hoyt.

“I dunno who you think you’re talking to! That’s no way to treat a man who takes care of this whole damn household! Tommy deserves some more respect from you!”

Hoyt stands, mouth open in awe at your outburst before firing back. He was never one to be in the wrong, and it seems like he wouldn’t be starting tonight.

“Now listen here,” he says, jabbing a finger into your chest. “I don’t need a bitch like you telling me what to do-“ and before he can continue, Tommy is right behind you. His hand finds his way to your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

He rumbles out a warning growl to Hoyt. Tommy may be timid towards family, but he doesn’t take well to people touching what’s his.

Hoyt throws his hands in the air before sighing out, “Fine, leave me to do the fuckin’ work!” He slams the porch door behind him, leaving you and Tommy alone in the back yard.

You turn back to Thomas with a sheepish smile. “Sorry for shoutin’ sweetheart, I just hate how he treats you…” you sigh. “You’re not a machine, you shouldn’t work constantly. And you’re definitely not stupid.”

Thomas smiles, and scoops you into his arms, causing you to shriek and laugh. He carried you back to your imprint in the grass and lays you back down. He leans over you for a moment, just staring. You pull him in by the tie for a deep kiss. One to show how much you love him, and how you wish things were better for him.

Above you, meteors light up the sky. Maybe Hoyt hasn’t ruined your date night after all!

[applesontheground]

Can we get a "if you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger" with Bo?

ohhhh i was hoping i'd get a bo request for this prompt...

dangerous sentence prompt: "If you point that thing at me, you better pull the trigger." 🕯️

SFW | Word Count: 500 | Bo Sinclair x GN Reader

contains: canon typical/possible murder (open ending), mortal peril, implications of kidnapping/estrangement

➡ continued in “if you don’t pull the trigger, i’ll do it for you.”

Your eyes were glazed with disbelief at first, the rush of icy metal against your chest. Settled in the street of Ambrose, uneven lines of the poorly paved road digging into your knees, you sat there and allowed the gravity that came from a long shotgun barrel settling into the heat of your body fall over you.

You were surprised it didn't take you down to the earth, but something in you made you stiffen instead. It was all you could do besides shiver, catching your breath from going haywire with a few open-mouth sighs.

There were moments before this where you were sure that he would've considered killing you again after that initial agreement. It had been made at arm's length after all, but where you found yourself now still hollowed you out of all emotion, leaving you lacking the sense to feel anything besides the simple recognition. With an empty expression, you only looked up, realizing he had turned on you. He was void of much feeling, too, standing over you without as much of a warning as a rummage for the gun and those tense arms now holding it to aim straight.

"Are you serious?" You breathe, your voice barely coming over the silence of the town. Bo blinked, but before he could open his mouth you grabbed the barrel and brought it upwards, slowly trailing past your chin to settle against the spot where your brain sat in your skull.

His eyes widened, half in shock and half in a sharp anger. You didn't have much else to lose, so you figured you'd make it easy -- maybe even painless. Everything in you wanted to cower, to duck away from the danger and beg for your life like you had a few times before -- but that was before you could see that everything standing behind him had become your life. You didn't know what you could say if you dared walk out alive at this point -- to either yourself or to outsiders. Having been away from the rest of the world for so long, there wasn't one that existed any more that you could see yourself sinking back into.

Not in the way that you sank into the deep, dark blue of Bo Sinclair's eyes.

You swallowed, holding the barrel of the gun against your skin even harder when you felt him try to pull it down to your torso. Something where he wouldn't have to see you like this, so unwaivered even when he had the ultimate gamble before you. When the force increased and you had to use both hands, hearing the way his ring was shuddering against the metal of the gun to try and will it back down, the words fell out of your mouth sloppily as your tongue ran over your cold lips; relishing in the last sensations should they go out in the next few moments.

"If you point that thing at me, you better pull the trigger."

[the-slasher-madame]

I’m more embarrassed to say that part of the appeal of Brahms is his british accent than I am to say that I think jfk is unironicly a dilf

I would like to say that I did not expect the second half of that sentence, but by the gods did I enjoy it. I feel like he was a bit young to be a dilf at the...time of the unfortunate incident, but I see where you're coming from and I can't say you're wrong.

Now the British accent thing? So Fucking Valid. It does a lot to me when he says "I'll be good, I promise." Like yessir you be good, I'll be good, let's try this together. Now I'm definitely more on the sub side, which sometimes makes me feel like Brahms and I would have an interesting dynamic, but at the same time this is my 80 year prison sentence on earth so I can do what I want, it's my coping mechanism. But yea his voice is hooooooooot, so goddamn hot. Personally my favorite part is his hair tits in that cardigan and tank combo, but the accent definitely helps

[applesontheground]

Can we get bo with "if you don't pull the trigger I'll do it for you"? I know I already asked one with bo, but it's sounds so cool 😭🤚

omg it’s all good! i actually sent a writer that i really like one of these for bo, too, so i totally get it! a lot of them fit well with him, lol... also, i hope you don't mind me continuing from my last prompt. an open ending is fun sometimes, but i just couldn’t leave it alone.

dangerous sentence prompt: "If you don't pull the trigger, I'll do it for you."

SFW | Word Count: 611 | Bo Sinclair x GN Reader

contains: canon typical, slightly suicidal ideology (the reader is literally asking to be shot in this so i feel like that needs at least a little warning, haha ;;), actual kidnapping/estrangement

⬅ continued from “if you point that thing at me, you better pull the trigger.”

Bo stifled, shoulders releasing to sink against his sides. He suddenly let his lips curl back again, and steadying his hands he pulled forward on the gun. He only took your entirety with him; you twinged and gritted your teeth as your knees dragged against the ragged ground, but you were pleading with your eyes.

Focused on him, he finally barked, “LET OFF!”

“Not until you fucking shoot me.”

Bo flashed a scowl at you. “I’m n-“

“Yes you are!” You roared, making the steady pull he had on the gun falter again, your white knuckles pressed up against the barrel and gripping with a ferocity that snuffed his. You leaned back, the mouth no longer on your skin but your hands keeping it trained on your body.

“You can’t do that shit.” You shook your head at him, “You can’t just point your fucking gun at me, and then go back on it.” You dared to point out with a steady, quiet tone. You were prepared for that deafening boom to finally come with every word that left your mouth, just as quick as they formed in your head. If he let you walk away from this moment, you couldn’t see anything around you in the same way. Not when you were almost slaughtered like this. You’d like to think that it took an awful lot to get him to even find the will to do it, but it would take much more for both of you to try and fix this should he let you live.

You felt that burn in your stomach as you glared at him. It could’ve been easy, but this bastard wouldn’t even let you have that.

When the shot never rings out, Bo’s gaze searching your face for some sort of reprieve from what you were saying, you lunged your hand down the barrel, curling your fingers around it for more leverage. Bo yelled at you to stop, but you barely registered the words. You knew that you couldn’t pull the damn thing yourself, but you still choked out as the barrel prodded your sternum, “If you don’t pull that trigger, I’ll do it for you.”

Your fingers then brushed the safety latch on the side of the shotgun, your eyes snapping back up to him as your jaw loosened and then slightly slipped to hang half open. You furrowed your brow, and Bo finally took the moment of weakness to yank the gun out of your hands for good. He barely choked out, “Now, I do-” but you spoke over him.

“Your safety was on…” Your hands finally fell to your sides, watching him walk to engulf you in his shadow and scruff you by the shirt. He tugged upwards and barked in a voice that only allowed a few stiff words at a time, “Shut the hell up. Fuckin’ get off the street.”

“Why?” You choked, holding your collar away from your heaving throat, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because you’re out of fuckin’ control ‘round here!” Bo walked with his hand still curled around your shirt, “Needed to remind you how easy I could make it all end.”

“I fucking wish you would...” You laughed, sending him another nasty look. The idea of you being remotely serious terrified you, once again doing it in a plea to make the nightmare of Ambrose’s confines release you rather than a call for your own life to be snuffed out, but what Bo let slip out as he threw you with a hefty shove back into the gas station did it all the same.

“Long time ‘fore you leave here. Real long time.”