#sub brahms heelsire

[pastelclovds]

for the made-up fic title thingy, here's a fic title i had for an old work of mine but changed: "can't sleep love"

*cracks neck* okay so—

for this title, i can’t explain it, but it gives off obsessive energy.

cw: somnophilia

brahms is having trouble sleeping because no matter how hard he tries: HE CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU. he adores you both on the outside and the inside. he’s so happy that you’ve decided to stay despite finding out about him. every second he spends with you fills him with warmth in his heart (and loins). it doesn’t take long until his thoughts become explicit and his cock hard and straining against his boxers. he first tries to deal with it on his own by fingering his twitching hole how you would, but quickly gives up when he realizes he could never do it like you.

he sneaks inside your room like the sneaky pervert he is. he stands there above you for a few minutes just admiring your face before the throbbing of his dick reminds him of what he’s there for. he slides the sheets off your body and carefully pulls down your sleeping pants just enough to where your soft cock can pop out. he wastes no time to put his mouth into work, cautiously watching over your resting expressions as his tongue slides over your veins and head. your face twists into bliss as you get hard in his mouth. he’s taken your lessons on how to pleasure you to heart. now he can play you like a fiddle. he slides you out of his mouth, stroking the base of your cock as he does it.

brahms let out a whimper as the head of your cock enters him, his hole stretches to fit you in as he continues to slide down until you are balls deep and sitting snuggly against his prostate. he rests his hands beside your neck as he steadily raises his hips until your head kisses the rim of his ass and slams down. he couldn’t contain his moans and whine for ‘more’ even if he was in a death match. you finally snap awake when brahms cried out your name as his cum stained your chest and belly. he slumps against your chest as he pants heavily beside your neck. you didn’t think it was possible to grow more horny than you already have, but your darling losing himself on your dick proved you wrong.

brahms gasped when your palms found themselves on the fat of his ass as you bucked up into his tight hole. you grin as you whispered into his ear, “i’m not satisfied, love.”

[cillivnz]

MOMMY’S MESSY BOY [THE BOY]

pairing. brahms heelshire x care-taker!reader

warnings. [18+ CONTENT] nsfw themes (cursing, fucking, y’know the drill), afab! reader, pet-names, dry-humping, SPIT-KINK, using spit to clean? cow-girl, unprotected sex (a big no-no!), breast/nipple-play, spanking, scratching, bruising, crying (brahms’ ur whiny lil bitch), BRAHMS HAS A HUGE MOMMY KINK (this is what u came for right?) reader’s kind of oblivious (bimbo u)

author’s note. dude im so horny its insane. i wrote this in the middle of jacking off (sorry for tmi ;) so idk how this has turned out but i had to give you guys something for you to remember me, lol. not proof-read, idk the wordcount.enjoy. 💋

it was your life’s delight to look after brahms heelshire. looking after the boy gave you purpose, and he was such a gem— never a bother— just happy to be around his mommy care-taker.

today was just another slow evening. you hummed along to some song on the radio while brahms played in his room. “sweetheart, dinner’s ready,” you called out. when no response followed, your brows furrowed together.

“brahms?”

you back away; not anticipating for him to be right behind you. a low growl left brahms when your plump ass pushed into his crotch. “oh! baby, i didn’t see you there!” you giggled, turning around to face him. “i’d been calling you, you didn’t hear—” you pause when his mask came into your view, as you looked up to meet his eyes.

“brahms, what did you do to your face,” you groan. the boy fiddled in his place, embarrassed.

“did you play in the dirt again?” his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, “sit down, let’s get you cleaned.”

brahms was quick to please you, manspreading on the couch. you crawled into his lap, getting closer to his face (his mask). you tsk’ed at the dirt collected on the mask, like it was pristine in the first place. his eyes were fixated on the sight of your thighs on top of his, your cleavage practically flowing out of your blouse, your gentle arms wrapped around him in such concern, and your worrisome face. what you did next, however, pulled him out of his trance.

“here, let me just—” you bring your thumb to your lips, your tongue peaking out from your plump lips to wet it, before making its way to brahms and scrubbing.

his breathing fastened, hips involuntarily pushing into your mound. you bit your lip at the sensation of something long, thick, and indubitably hard pushing into you. “don’t move, brahms,” you said solemnly, but the boy simply couldn’t.

his arm snaked over your waist, pushing you deeper into his crotch and grinding for friction. “need you, mommy,” he said, in his child-like voice. “what did i say about using that voice around the house, brahms?” you scold. “only when i’ve been a good boy,” he said, still acting chaste. “and have you?” you quirked a brow.

“NO,” he said in his adult voice. that gruff, deep baritone sending waves of arousal coursing through you.

you sigh, “if i give you what you want, will you let me clean you?” he nods, fervently.

“okay,” you take off your trousers, “mine, too,” he says, shyly, and you comply. you straddle him again, to continue cleaning him.

after minutes of turning down his advances, brahms looks at you with tearful eyes. “hurts!” he palmed his hard-on.

“please, please, please, mommy,” he grabbed your hips and rutted into you through your lace panties. “i-i don’t know, brahms… you haven’t exactly been the best boy—” you took your index and middle finger into your mouth, wetting them before gliding over the corners of his mask.

“I’LL BE GOOD, PLEASE, I’LL BE SO GOOD FOR YOU!”

he whined. you then see a glass-eyed brahms behind the porcelain you were cleaning.

“okay, sweetheart, but you have to be nice,” you began to take off his boxers, setting free his fully erect cock. you’ve seen it limp, you’ve seen it hard (for you!) but never so painfully erect. “oh, poor baby! mommy’s gonna make it feel better…” you were shifting your panties to the side but brahms beat you to it by ripping them apart.

“brahms! yo— oh!” your scoldings were interrupted by the feel of his thick mushroom head practically kissing your clit. his pre-cum mixing with your wetness lead to gushing sounds which were music to brahms’ ears. he’d slip the tip in between the lips of your pussy, only applying pressure at the hole, but not enough to penetrate.

now, it was your turn to go dumb with lust. “baby, what are you doing to me,” you moaned. his cock would slide along your slit, gathering your wetness up to your clit where he would poke and slap your nub with his pre-cum. “when-how-how are you so good at this?” you were left flabbergasted. your sweet brahms was a perverted, grown man. seemingly more mature than you with fur-like black hair adorning his muscular chest. his hands were far bigger than yours, gripping your hips like a vice. his thighs were strong and thick, sending waves of arousal coursing through you as you grind on him.

“i practice, mommy.” he used his good-boy voice. you frowned amidst your pleasure, and he was quick to change. “i watch you through the walls. ‘think of you when i’m alone.” you blushed. “what do you think of?” you tilted your head to the side, curious.

“these,” he cupped your breasts. you moaned in pain and pleasure. he was toying with your ample breasts, twisting and turning your erect nipples. you let out a scream when he slapped your tender flesh, fascinated by watching them wiggle. “brahms,” you moaned, and you looked up at you expectantly. “can you put them in your mouth?” you bit your lip, not caring about how desperate and promiscuous you sound.

he paused his assault on your breasts, momentarily. this, of course, meant he’d have to take his mask off or at least uncover his lower face. he hesitated, but the sight of you splayed out— breasts perky and swollen, your pussy gushing, your waist and hips bruised from his grip, your hair, always beautifully neat, now sexily messy, your lips plump and rouge— you looked straight out of an erotica— because of him. for him. so, who was he to deny you?

he lifts his mask up, just enough to let his mouth out, and licked your areola. his hot tongue traced around your nipples before wrapped around them and sucking. “mhm, just like that,” you moaned, rocking your hips over his cock.

“GOOD BOY, BRAHMS!”

that was the last straw. a raging fervency overcame the boy, and he had you lifted and seated on his cock within seconds. you let out a scream, unable to process the painful penetration. he grabbed a hold of your ass, squeezing fistfuls and scratching with his nails. he spanked you, feeling your ass bounce against his thighs.

“keep cleaning,” he groaned. you could barely interpret what he meant until he left your nipple with a wet, ‘pop’ sound, to take your digits to his mouth. he sucked your digits, butterflies making their way into your stomach, and placed them on his mask.

you tried your best to continue scrubbing off the dirt, but most of it wouldn’t budge. you wrapped your arms around his strong neck, letting him have his way with you. he sucked your nipples till they were puffy and sore, while pounding the brains out of you.

“messy boy, aren’t you?” you giggled, breathless, as he made you bounce on his cock.

“MOMMY’S MESSY BOY,” you moaned, and brahms’ cock twitched inside of you.

you scrubbed the cracked porcelain of his mask, pussy convulsing at the feel of him hitting your g-spot over and over again. “cum for mommy, brahms.”

“cum right inside mommy— make a mess out of me, too!” you screamed, feeling him speed up.

“i’m yours, mommy, your good boy. your good boy. mommy’s messy boy, i’m mommy’s messy boy, ah! FUCK!”

tears spilled down the eyes of the two of you. brahms’ rambling was what drove you to the edge, and you were spasming around his cock before you knew it. he shot his load inside of you, and it kept on oozing for what felt like ages. you were plastering his mask with kisses, while he still rocked your hips back and forth.

the minute you were going to get up, he pulled you by the wrist and kissed you. your tongues fought for dominance, before you pulled away (much to his dismay), and kissed his porcelain cheek. “come on, messy boy. let’s get you cleaned before we get dirty again.” you threw him a wink, grabbing him by the arm and leading him to the bathroom.

“yes, mommy.”

[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.

[meatmutt-nsfw]

Shelf of Perversion — 1k event

⭑ part 1 : househusband!toshinori yagi X dom!reader — edging

⭑ part 2 : brahms heelsire X dom!reader — ice play

⭑ part 3 : thomas hewitt X dom!reader — praise

⭑ part 4 : cheerleader!asmodeus X amab!dom!jock!reader — free use

⭑ part 5 : catwoman X harley quinn X poison ivy X sidekick!sub-ish!reader — orgy

not for you? try another genre.

[pastelclovds]

3. “Please kiss me.” w/ brahms pls and ty

- 🛸

brahms didn’t have the best personal hygiene before he met you, but ever since you found out about the man hiding in the walls of the mansion you were supposed to watch over along with a doll version of brahms, you made it your life’s mission to make sure he bathes regularly.

brahms didn’t always comply though, and often threw tantrums unless you joined with him (which was very common, little pervy bastard). usually the washing started out innocently, until brahms turned it into a heated fuck session. this was no different.

brahms cries echoed throughout the walls of the bathroom, the warm water enveloping the both of you in the tub made his face flush a pretty shade of pink as he held onto your shoulders for dear life. the water splashes out of the tub as your pelvis claps against brahms’ ass.

brahms lets out delicate moans in your ear every time your cock jabs his prostate. your hands that were previously scrubbing his body were now holding onto his hips as you made him take your merciless thrusts. you couldn’t help but grin when you hear brahms sniff and begin to tear up in pleasure.

“you can’t seem to control yourself, huh? always grinding against my leg when i reach for the soap, like a little slut,” you rest your back on the wall beside the tub as your pace quickens. brahms pulls away from your ear, staring at you with glossy eyes, “i-i’m sorry, i can’t help it. you feel so- so good. please kiss me,” brahms pleads with you.

deciding to have mercy on the pretty man, you grab ahold of his damp curls and pulled him onto your lips for a kiss. you swallow brahms’ whines as he came onto his stomach and in the water. you follow suit as you slammed into him and released strand after strand of cum inside his ass until it spilled. making the once clean water, a white mess.

after a few minutes of basking in your shared climax, you let out a groan when brahms suddenly rolled his hips, and judging by his blissful smile: he wanted another round. you weren’t going to leave the bathroom for a while.