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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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Can i please request a fanfic with lester sinclair chasing the reader down and railing them in the woods?

Lester Sinclair x Female Reader

Underthecut - NSFW, Creampie, outdoor sex, declarations of Love, slight angst, fluff

Lester seethed in his truck, "Fuck sakes." He bites his nails, "Fucker." He watches as Bo wraps his arm around her. Leading her away to whatever torment awaits in the basement.

He puts his truck in reverse, a low grunt as she and his brother become smaller in his view.

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Lester looks up at the night sky, the stars twinkle in his vision. He whistled as he caught sight of a shooting star.

"Purty little thing." He snorts, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

The spot next to him in the back of his truck was empty. Of course, it was, she was too busy pissing him off by getting friendly with his brother. His older, taller, handsome and charming brother. Bo.

It was his fault she had decided to use her charms on Bo. It was him who had been a terrible boyfriend.

"How could you have forgotten to pick me up, Lester?"

"Darlin," He reached out to her, "C'mon, sweetpea, I just overslept is all! I came!"

She turned on her heel and glared at him, "An hour late, Lester. That's the fifth time in two weeks."

He didn't mean to be so late picking her up, he was tired from work. Honest.

Wasn't because he was planning a special and romantic date. One where he picked up extra shifts to afford that fancy little restaurant his parents had gone to on their first date.

The sound of gravel and tree branches snapping caught his attention. The headlights shining bright along his cabin and surrounding trees.

Lester watches as the familiar truck pulls up. Shouting and cursing were muffled.

Lester saw you hop out of the truck, the venom in your voice thrilled him, "Fuck you, Bo!"

"You wish you could fuck me, princess."

"No one wants to fuck you Bo, which is why you restrain em. Wow, what a sex God!" the sarcasm was heavy.

Lester hops off the bed of his truck, hands on his hips as he continues to watch the scene in front of him. He squints his eyes thanks to the light to see you flipping off his brother.

Bo rolls down the window of his truck, leans out to glare at his little brother, "I don't know what the fuck ya see in her!" He spits "Have fun ya, little idiots."

"Fuck you, momma's boy!" You hurl the insult Bo's way, slamming the door as he began to drive off.

Lester stood watching as you remained in place as Bo floored in reverse, the tires kicking up dirt and gravel.

The truck lights dimmed as it went further down the road, a hard turn and the headlights further dissipated the further out of sight if got.

You licked your bottom lip as you crossed your arms. You pout as you glance at Lester.

"Hey," was your short greeting.

"Hey, sweetpea."

You bit your lip as you look away, cursing as the heat rose to your cheeks. The way he said, sweetpea, always made your little heart flutter.

He looked cute. His blonde hair is illuminated by his porch light, his blue short sleeves were littered in work stains, his jeans had patched up holes.

His warm smile and soft eyes made you giggle.

"Y'know," He starts, "I'm still mad at'cha for running off with him." He spits into the dirt, kicking it away with his worn-out boots, "I mean, mah own girl runnin' off with mah brother."

Tapping the grown with a sudden impatience, "Y'know, Lester, I just figured one of the Sinclair brothers would know punctuality. Seems like only Bo knows what that is."

Oh, so that's how she wants to be.

"Yeah, real punctual, he'll get there before you do and drop you off before you can have a good time."

You didn't miss what he was getting at. A compliment was planned but your boyfriend didn't let you finish. You swallow and chastise yourself for using such a mocking tone with him.

You couldn't let him win, oh no.

"And what about you?" arms unfolding to rest your hands on your hips, "What about when you show a woman a good time?"

Lester chuckles, "I can't believe it." He scratches the back of his head, "Good time? Wasn't it two nights ago I got that sexy body of yours just blissed out? That cute little pussy just milkin my cock?"

The elation that coursed through you at his words brought a hand over your mouth.

Two nights ago he had you pinned down on the bed, your front pressed into the mattress, gripping the sheets to the point of tearing. His hands-on either side of your head as he rutted into you from above.

Fuck, his cock stretched and stuffed you. He had you begging him not to stop, to keep fucking you, fuck you till you were cock drunk.

He would have done it too, but a man can only go so long.

"Y'know," His voice pulled you from your heated memory, "I'd say you owe me now."

You raised your brow, an inquisitive look, "How do I owe you?"

"I fucked the cute body like it should be fucked. I think you should return the favour." He steps forward, "Have you bouncin on my cock, pretty tits shakin with each bounce," another step, "Your cute lips telling me how much you love me."

He bolts.

You squeal and maneuver out of the way at the last moment, his hands graze his shirt you wore.

Your voice was pitchy, "Lester!" The giggles and effort to playfully doge his advances had him laughing with you.

"When I get you," He nearly caught you, feet sliding and scraping in the gravel, "Gonna make ya scream, sweetpea!"

You booked it to the trees, planning on weaving around the thick trunks, hoping Lester couldn't keep up. This time.

Lester grabs you, his body thrown into yours as he topples over you. The grunts and cursing are quickly silenced as he pulls you on top. His rough hand finding purchase on the back of your neck. He pulls you down with enough force the ensuing kiss has your teeth clicking together.

He wraps an arm around your back, pressing you fully into him. He groans into the kiss, tongue pressing your lips.

You part your lips, letting him slip his tongue in. Your cheeks heat up, soft whimpers in contrast with his growling.

"Sweetpea, not letting me kiss these lips," The hand on your lower back began to pull down your pants, you shimmied to help him along. "Keepin em away from me," another kiss, "You didn't le Bo kiss yeah?"

Your heart sank at his words. "No, Lester!" You kiss the corner of his mouth, "Never did! The bozo didn't get nowhere with me. The most he did was brag about some redhead." Your reassuring smile seemed to ease him, "He isn't you, Lester. No one, no Bo, not Vincent, not anybody will ever take your place. No matter how mad I get."

The kiss he gave you made your heart sore and your core ache. He hastily pulls down the remainder of your jeans.

"Help me," He hissed as you kiss along his jaw. You oblige, pulling down his jeans and boxers. He groans as his cock is touched by the night air.

"Want me to suck on it, Les?" You coo as you place warm kisses along his neck.

"Fuck, yes, fuck darlin, please."

One long lick from the base of his cock to the tip had him moaning.

"You like it, Les?"

He nods. Even in the low porch light in the distance, you can see the pink in his cheeks. "Yeah, fuck I love it."

You wrap your lips around his head, laughing inwardly as he whines and throws his head back, his hands running over your hair.

You sink lower on his cock, lips edging closer to the base. A long and low moan around him sends him.

"Shit, sweetpea, I'll c-cum al-already!" His moan catches in his throat.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he shakes and digs his heels into the gravel.

He pushes your head down, forcing you to swallow his thick seed. He sucks in a shaky breath and pitched wails as his hips buck erratically against your face.

You bat his hands away, letting yourself come up to take a deep breath. The night air filled your lungs. You steady yourself, arms on either side of him.

"Damn, Les, saving all that for me?" His meek nod made you cocky, "Aw, always needing me, ain't ya?"

Lester growls. His actions were frenzied as he grabs at you, the pads of his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He pulled you up to align his cock against your entrance, "I promise," He grabs the base of his still-soaked cock, "To lick your cute pussy another time, but I said I'd get you bouncing on my cock," He slams you down on him, your scream pierced the night. He smirks at you, "Didn't I?"

Damn him.

You move, hips working up and down. Every shaky moan he gives you spurs you on.

"Get those tits out!" He demands as he is the one to tear your shirt off. He sucks in a breath at the sight of your frilly bra, "Was that for me or for the momma's boy?"

"You, Les!" You choke on a moan, "Just you!"

"That's right! Now take it off!"

You comply and mewl as his hands immediately squeeze at your breasts. Pitchy screams as he pinches your tits, a laugh as you threw your head back!

The noise of crickets mixed with the moans and groans you and Lester share between you. The fireflies flutter around you.

Lester trails his hands up your front to cup your cheeks, "Pretty thing."

"Lester..." you trail off as your thighs burn and your pussy quivers around his cock. It filled you, perfectly.

Your eyes bug out as Lester jerked up into you. His cock hitting deep.

It throbs and inside you, as you clench around him,

"Ya, close?" He asks with a shaky tone.

Biting your lip you nod, The heat spreading through you as every hard thrust sent you reeling.

The coil within you threatened to snap, each thrust making your toes curl and cunt throb.

He shook your head with gentle ease, bringing your attention to him, "I love you."

Fuck.

Your orgasm crashes through you, his cock fucking into bringing out deep moans.

"Lester, I lo-love you too."

He pulls you down on top of him, squeezing you tight around him. "Milking me, sweetpea, baby, fuck I love you." He sobs out his release, hips bucking into you a few final times. His cum coating your fluttering walls.

You remain on top of him, both breathing heavily into each other's ear.

"I...can't move." You pant.

"Yeah...me either."

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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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I thought maybe you might be interested... Can I ask for a scenario where Brahms' parents come back from vacation, what would his and the reader's relationship with their parents be like? Is he jealous when the parents ask for the reader's help and the reader helps them, maybe he becomes more needy or possessive? And it could have an NFSW ending.

Anon, I have headcanon style answers and a NSFW story

Brahms x Reader (F)

Underthecut - NSFW, Vaginal sex, Fingering, Oral, Light Bondage -hands tied behind back-

Shocked, but overall it's what they wanted. They wanted Y/N to be his girlfriend after all.

Mrs. Heelshire understands her son's needs and wants sex and is most definitely having it with Y/N, but it's still hard for her to accept.

She will absolutely steamroll whatever changes you manage to make in the schedule. You convinced Brahms to spend a few hours outside instead of studying on Wednesday? She'll flip.

Shocked you're able to get Brahms to bathe and practice proper hygiene. He isn't going to shave though, she's a little upset about that.

Is torn. She still sees Brahms as her little boy but feels a sense of pride when he sees you act like a gentleman with you.

She doesn't like seeing affection so the best you and Brahms could do in front of her is hold hands. Brahms will still steal a kiss, much to his mother's annoyance.

Mr. Heelshire is way more down with you and Brahms.

Accepts that his son is an adult now. Despite Brahms's mental hang-ups.

100% it was Mr. Heelshire who got Brahms the porn mags. He knows a young man needs some kind of outlet.

Would love to bring you and Brahms into town. He knows it's foolish and would make mummy terribly upset but he feels Brahms should take you on a proper date and not be cooped up in the mansion 24/7.

He feels pride for his son when he sees you both together. Brahms still looks at you like your his possession but he's gentle with you.

Accepts it a lot better that you and Brahms have sex. He'll congratulate his son much to the annoyance of Mrs. Heelshire

Babies? Brahms would say anything to get you to stay but the Heelshires put their foot down. Absolutely not. They've come to terms with the fact that they'll never see grandchildren.

The dynamic in the house would be a little flipped. Brahms would gravitate towards you more and do as you say than what his parents say.

Brahms kissed down your back, his beard tickling you as he made his way down. You buried your face into the pillow, hoping to muffle your moans. Months of letting loose now cut down to muffled moans and whispered hushes.

“No, my Love, I wanna hear you!” Brahms snaked his hand to your face in the pillow, lifting it. He hovered over you, his lips ghosting over your forehead, “It’s rude not to use your words.” He rubbed his sweatpant-covered erection into your crotch, groaning when he felt your heat through your panties.

You squirmed under him, mewling as his cock rubbed along your pussy, feeling it brush hard against your clit. “Brahms…” You bucked your ass into his cock, eliciting a low groan from him.

“That’s it. But a little more.” Brahms rotated his hips into you, laughing to himself as you lifted yourself into him. He grabbed at your breast, groping it softly. He waited till he felt your body settle further into him, his fingers dancing across your nipples. Feeling himself leak as your nipples harden at his touch.

You grabbed the back of Brahms’s hand and made him touch you at a pace you preferred, circling over your breast, moving his fingers to pinch at you. “Shit, Brahms, just do that.” You felt Brahms smiling against your cheek. You got fully situated on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass into Brahms, giggling when he huffed.

He rested most of his weight on his knees, making sure not to fully drop his weight while on top of you, hands running along your nipples. Brahms brought his fingertips to your mouth, “Lick, Princess.” you eagerly obeyed, licking and sucking on the tips of fingers.

Brahms flicked and pinched your nipples, kissing along your shoulder. Growling in your ear whenever you nuzzled into the side of his face. You keened and sighed as he pinched and pulled down on your tits, enjoying the pleasure mixed with pain. He flicks them quickly, sloppy kisses from your shoulder to your ear, nipping on your earlobe.

“You’re not loud enough, Y/N. Do I have to make you?” He bit down making you scream, hand flying over your mouth, eyes darting towards the door. Brahms ripped your hand off your mouth and bit again, the other hand quickly finding its way to your wrist. Even behind closed lips the noise was high pitched, no doubt if someone was on the same floor, they could hear.

Brahms leaned back and gave your ass a slap, grinning as you squealed and turned your head to him. “Brahms...It’s just.” You squealed again as he slapped you harder, his strong hand leaving a nice welt. “I don’t want them t-AH” You jerked forward from his slap, caught by Brahms threading his fingers through your hair, tugging at the roots.

“I want that.” He pulled your head back and kissed you at an awkward angle. He kissed up from your lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead. Shaking your head in his hand, grinning at your expression. Eyes half-open, mouth open, lips covered in his saliva. “You're beautiful, Princess.”

Brahms turned you around, arms pulling you into him, his hairy chest tickled against your torso, he smiled against your lips, tongue poking, asking for entrance. You parted your lips and slipped your tongue out to his, sighing as his long tongue invaded you. Brahms lifted himself off of you and quickly ran to his dresser,

“What are you doing?”

“Hold on.” He doesn’t turn to you, just keeps rummaging around. “Ah-ha! He pulls out one of his boyhood shirts, a cute little blue dress shirt. You raised an eyebrow at him,

“Uh, that’s not going to fit, me or you.”

“I know…” A wolfish grin spreads over his face, his eyes dark. “Put your hands behind your back.” You froze, head slowly shaking side to side. He stepped forward, his frame looming over you. You frown and do exactly as he says, “That’s a good Princess.” He leaned down to kiss you, tongue fighting against yours. He brought the sleeves of the shirt around your wrists and tied it, wincing at how deep it cut into you.

Brahms dragged you to the side of the bed, ass on the edge, hands running over your thighs spreading you wide.

“You better sing for me.” He dipped his tongue into your folds, slowly pushing his tongue into your heat, your whines and gasping made him smirk into you. Brahms normally ate you out with enthusiasm, treating it like it was the first time all over again. Tongue exploring you, licking up your juices, moaning and whining at how good you tasted, asking between kisses on the clit, “Am I a good boy?” Face flushed, eyes pleading for praise.

You tied up on his bed, his parents downstairs, he was methodical. His tongue slowly licking your folds, his left hand rubbed down your thigh to your cunt, fingers inching their way into your fluttering heat. You groaned, hips bucking into his fingers, eyes rolling back as his long digits hit that sweet spot in you.

“You gonna come, Love?” He asks between kisses on your clit. You nodded, head falling back. He sunk his teeth into your thigh.

“Fuck, Brahms!” He laughed and turned his head to the door. “What was that about?” You both stilled as the banging was heard from downstairs. Brahms gave you a lopsided grin and ran his tongue over your cunt. “Ah, Damn-”

Brahms’s fingers picked up speed, you looked down to watch his shoulders and bicep flex. He sucked hard on your clit, shaking his head back and forth tongue sloppily running over your sensitive nub. He pressed down into you as he lost himself. Your moaning and babbling letting his methodical touches fall into a frenzy.

He’s moaning into you, praising you, “Such a pretty pussy, fuck you taste so good.” He switches his fingers and tongue around, calloused fingers rubbing along your clit, long tongue buried deep in your cunt. “Cum, Y/N. Before I stop.” You screamed when he pinched your clit, then flicking it lightly as if to say sorry.

Drool spilled down your cheek, face hot from the sight and actions from the man at the edge of the bed. A man, that’s what Brahms was, that’s what he wanted to be seen as. He had his days of bratty behavior but you knew it was just old habits dying hard.

Brahms abruptly pulled away, you whined in protest at the loss of his warm tongue and fingers. He licked his lips, pulling in your wetness into his mouth, he huffed and ran his hand down his chest, inching slowly to his erection. He ripped off his sweat pants to free his cock. He gripped the base and shook it up and down, biting his lip at the sight before him.

His girl, legs spread, pussy begging for a cock to kiss it, mouth hung open with a trail of spit down her cheek, begging for a cock to fill it. Brahms mind raced with perverse thoughts.

‘She’d look so good sucking my cock and getting stuffed from behind. Her little mouth struggling to fit me while her pussy trembles as it’s getting fucked.’ Brahms remembered looking through one of his porno mags and saw a pretty woman advertising a wall suction dildo. He made a mental note to have you order one asap.

“Brahms?” You questioned, snapping him out of his thoughts. He flipped you over onto your stomach, left hand reaching for your hair, he pulled your head back.

“You better make noise.” He gripped your hip and slammed himself in. Choking for air, he shook and whined, your heat feeling like heaven.

Your pussy spasmed around Brahms, legs shaking, wrapping around Brahms's thighs to pull him closer. Brahms plowed into, pulling out nearly all the way to slam back in, right to the hilt. “Your ass is shaking as I fuck in you, huh, so-fu- sexy.” He sped up, laughing as you slurred out a thank you. He shook your head by the roots of your hair, “Come on, use your words, love.”

“Tha-Thank you. I- Ah! Shit, you’re handsome!” You didn’t see it, Brahms blushing and smiling softly at your compliment.

Brahms grunted and released your hip, his nails left small crescent shapes along the side. He grabbed at the shirt holding your hands together. He pulled on it, hard. You jerked about, nose scrunching from the pain.

“Like that, huh?” Brahms grunted and leaned forward. He looked down, your ass lifting from the bed, slapping against Brahms pelvis. He took in his cock, licked his lips at the sight of his cock covered in your slick. You withered under Brahms The angle he held you at, your cunt being stuffed, your own moaning getting to you. “Aw, Bashful girls like you just love cock.”

That was it. Your body tensed, that sweet relief washing over you. Your pussy fluttered around Brahms cock, becoming sloppy as his cock fucked you through your orgasm. Your moan turned into a scream, praising him as he fucked you, begging him not to stop.

Brahms shook above you, his own orgasm bubbling to the surface. He placed his hands on either side of you and let the bed push you back up into him with each thrust. He took in your face, eyes barely open, spit spilling onto the blanket. You looked up to Brahms, a sweet smile spreading across your face, he saw that softness in your eyes, the same softness he sees every morning when you wake him up. The same softness when you spontaneously kiss him throughout the day. The same softness when you tell him “I love you, Brahms.”

He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. You mustered the energy to kiss him back, tongues lazily rubbing the other. Brahms leaned in further to capture your face with his large hand, deepening the kiss. He wanted to shout out his release, wanted to shout it so loud his parents would have no choice but to hear him. When it came down to it, the moment with just you meant more.

You keened and whined into his kiss and you felt his hips stutter and gave a few harsh slams as his free arm wrapped around your chest, pulling you closer into him. “Aw, shit.” You moaned as Brahms buried his seed in you, biting your shoulder to muffle his cry. You fought back a scream, wanting to just listen to his whimpering. Brahms slowed, hips coming to a stop. He stayed inside you, holding you tight, shaking. You could feel his hairy chest tickling your back. A thin layer of sweat coated between you both.

Brahms rolled off of you, a breathy laugh at the noise his cock made as he pulled it out of you. You stayed still, panting and eyeing him. He turned to you, smiling and running his knuckles up and down your back. He untied you, kissing your wrists, mumbling a sorry with an apologetic smile.

You smiled back and reached for him, fingers tracing along his bearded jaw. He caught the tips into a playful bite, kissing them better. He grinned as you giggled.

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Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire stilled, eyes looking at the ceiling above them.

“Ah, Ah, Brahms!”

Mr. Heelshire coughed into his hand.

Mrs. Heelshire huffed, “You know, the least they co-”

“Now now, Mummy,” Mr. Heelshire cut her off, “He’s a man now, this is their house as much as ours.” He returned his attention to his newspaper.

Mrs. Heelshire scowled. He was right. Nothing she could do. Mr. Heelshire had talked with her since their return. He insisted Brahms and the Nanny continue on with certain...activities like normal.

Mr. Heelshire knew his son wasn’t normal from a young age, since before Emily even. He wanted his son to have somewhat of a chance at normality after years of isolation. He always knew the porn magazines he snuck to Brahms would only hold Brahms desires back for a short period, but like a double-edged sword would unleash something more raw and primal in his son.

“Brahms, don’t stop, don’t stop! Ah-” A high-pitched cry carried throughout the house, down to the sitting room.

Mr. Heelshire smiled towards Mrs. Heelshire. She fidgeted in her seat. Scowling at her husband.

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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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in light of the texas abortion ban here’s a reminder to stop debating what counts as a human, baby, or life with pro-lifers because that is not a debate you can win. you can not win a philosophical debate about what counts as a person, and you will not change their minds.

what can be proven is that in no situation under united states law is an individual legally obligated to lend their body or organs for the sake of another life.

4.5 million people each year are in need of blood transfusion, the entire process of donating blood takes a little over an hour, it’s free, and a single pint of blood can save up to 3 peoples lives, but there is no legal obligation or requirement to donate blood in place.

it is illegal to take organs from deceased peoples’ bodies without permission. CORPSES. bodily integrity is prioritized by law, even after death.

it doesn’t fucking matter whether a fetus is a person, whether a fetus is alive, whether a fetus has a soul. it literally doesn’t matter. pro-lifers set up the argument through that lens (hence their name) to evoke empathy and pity and take the focus away from the actual process of pregnancy, which changes a person’s body FOREVER. that is not an exaggeration. whether the pregnancy is complicated and high-risk or totally smooth sailing, the birthing person will physically never be the same. if they’re lucky, they’ll come out of it with weight gain, differently shaped breasts, and changes to the cervix/vagina. if they aren’t, there’s a fucking laundry list of potential complications that could arise, that may eventually fix themselves, need surgical or therapeutic intervention, or never go away, like varicose veins, separation of the abdominal muscles, incontinence, prolapse, diabetes, postpartum depression, and chronic pain, just off the top of my head. and this makes no mention of the very real possibility of income disruption, as well as the financial cost of giving birth, and the chance of fucking death, which is even higher for underserved communities like black women.

there is no basis for a governing body forcing an individual to lend their body or organs for the sake of another life. that is the argument. period the end.

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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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Hello ~~

I saw ur List of Characters u write for and I wondered if u could write something with chromeskull?? I recently watched his Movies and I fell hard ♡

Maybe something Dub con ??

Thank you ♡♡

Chromeskull Au-ish

ChromeSkull x Female Reader

Jesse Cromeans is a Mob Boss on the raise. It's not that he's looking for a woman to be by his side, but, he wouldn't mind having a fun little toy to keep his cock warm.

Underthecut - NSFW, DubCon, Ice Play, Clit Stimulation, Video tapping, Dirty talk, Creampie, Oral -Male Receiving-

The nightclub was chaotic in all the right ways. The music blared, some foreign DJ playing his latest hit. It roared into Jesse's ears in all the right ways. The music thumped throughout his body, his strong hands gripped the edge of the large round table.

The alcohol was strong. It mixed heavenly with the THC already in his system.

He looked down onto the dance floor from his spot in the VIP section. hordes of women, some hot. Some not. Some scantily clad, others looked like they just got off work.

Some danced, not a care in the world thanks to the ten-dollar shots coursing through their systems. Others stood in groups, eyeing any man that looked suspicious enough. Which was every man in the club.

Jesse rounded the table, his men swiftly dodging out of his way. They watched as Jesse stood at the cusp of the railing overlooking the club. The bright lights illuminated his front, giving his men an awe-inspiring view from behind.

Jesse scanned the dance floor, a figure caught his eye. Her form weaved around the dance floor, her eyes wide, her lips in a frown. She grimaced whenever a drunken body collided with hers.

He gripped the railing, a large man trailed behind her, his large frame towering over the people on the dance floor. The man's eyes held a lustful frenzy behind them, his lips continuously being licked, no doubt with a tongue that held the taste of copious amounts of alcohol.

Jesse gestured to one of his men, pointed down towards the girl. A Thumbs up before he snapped his fingers. His dark-suited Lackie nodded as he dashed down the stairs.

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Your dress hugged you in all the right ways, so said your friends. You'd ask how it still looked but they were crowds and alcohol deep in 'fun'.

"Oof, soorwyy"

You cringed and gagged as a woman collided into you, her apology carried a heavy waft of cranberry vodka on her breath.

The music blared, your ears ringing, your head throbbed, jaw felt tight. "Stupid. Fucking. Shoes." You groan as you leaned down to fix the strap around your ankle. The silver strap pinched and skinned your ankle, "Fucking costing me a day's worth of work."

A force hit you from behind. You felt a thick, hard 'rod' rub into your ass cheek. Thin hands pinched into your hips.

You snapped back up, the back of your head slammed into a hard chest.

"Hee-hey, baaa-biiee!"

You turned yourself around, hands clawed at his wrists to free yourself. He giggled and burped, unfazed by your nails digging into his flesh. The dismayed look worn on your face when unnoticed, his face blissed out in a drug and alcohol-induced haze.

He was pushed by another drunken dancer, he mumbled and laugh, his attention briefly focused on the sudden intrusion.

You scampered away, darting through drunks to get away from the man who assaulted you.

A glance back made your stomach flip, your legs shook as your eyes caught sight of him. He lumbered towards you, pushed people out of his way with his elbows.

Panic coursed through you as you weaved past the dancing bodies. You cringed and cursed as someone bumped into you. Another body, the more you stumbled, the more you felt a surge of fear awaken your drive to flee.

A glance behind, the man from before had a frenzied look in his eyes, his tongue licked his lips in a vulgar and vile manner.

"Oof!" You groaned and cursed, "Fuck me!" You looked up at the new person you had just collided into. A wave of relief. "Oh thank God! a bouncer! Look, see that guy!" You screamed, pointing to the drunken assailant, "He's rubbed his tiny dick on my ass!"

The assailant wheezed as he took a look at the tall and wide man you latched onto. The dark shades he wore did nothing to hide the terrible and hostile face he wore.

'Yeah, that's right, you better back off' a smug smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You squealed as the 'bouncer' grabbed you and lifted you into his chest with ease.

"Hey!" You started, "I appreciate this but you don't need to carry me out!"

"Not carrying you out," His voice was low, "Carrying you up."

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Jesse sighed as he rubbed his gloved hand along your cheek. He caught your tears with his thumb. He trailed it down to your lips, pressed his thumb to them, sucked in a breath as you gingerly licked your own tears off his gloved thumb.

He nodded and patted your cheek.

You stammered, "J-just you?"

He nodded as he removed his jacket.

Hatred washed over you. Hatred at yourself as your pussy ached as his large arms made your mind run wild with what you wanted him to do. How to hold you as he fucked you, your nails digging into his large tattooed biceps.

The 'bouncer's words played in your head, "You either take all of us or just boss."

You weren't stupid. You knew the man, the boss, or "Chromeskull" knew such a proposition would only logically leave him as the safest option.

There might have been only one man you'd have to sleep with, but he had the energy of being more of a man than the seven that stood around the table.

Chromeskull crossed his arms as he looked down at you, his chrome mask flashed the multi-colored lights high above the club and VIP section. He cocked his head to the side as his chest puffed up.

Chuckling, you noticed he was chuckling.

You swallowed and gripped his forearms as he ran his hands down your curves. His large hands ran past the hem of your dress. An audible gasp as he pulled up your tight dress, it bunched up around your waist.

Jesse nodded as took in your purple thong. He ran his index finger along the crotch. His other hand reached up to cup your cheek, nodded down at you as he pressed the tip of his finger against your clit. His cock twitched as he watched you swallow and eyes struggled to remain upon him.

Jesse lifted you on top of the table, slapped your hand away from reaching to cover your crotch. You turned around to glance towards the dance floor, the club down below drunk and unaware as to what exactly was going on in the upper VIP section.

You bit your lip and shook your head as Jesse gripped behind your knees, spread your legs apart. Your whimper made him shake his head.

He was more than grateful he could hear you. The music once blaring and flooding his senses could never compete with his new toy. Every little hitch in your breath, a shaky gasp he caught. He wanted every sound, every sound you made forever replaying in his head.

He promised himself he'd hear more. He'd hear more for the foreseeable future.

Jesse snapped his fingers. You watched as one of the men hand Jesse a silk cloth. Jesse grabbed the cloth, dangled it in front of your face.

"Y-you sure?" You quivered as he brought the silk cloth across your eyes, his fingers gingerly tied the cloth behind your head. The silk caught your tears, each one getting caught within the silky, expensive fabric.

You felt his loved hands message over your breasts. He ripped the straps of the dress down. The pasties you wore over your nipples were quickly ripped off. You scratched at the table as the rush of pain, your nipples budding as Jesse ran his hands over them. You screamed as he pinched and tugged on them. A loud moan as he flicked them. Each flick and tug made you squirm and keen in a desperate plea.

"Ah! Fuck you!" Your loud shout mixed with a sob as you felt Jesse roll an ice cube over each nipple.

Jesse's cock throbbed at the sight below him. His new little toy writhing and keening at his touch. The ice on your cute nipples made you arch your back. He wanted to eat you out, flick his tongue over your clit, suck hard on it, hear every little slutty moan he could get you to make. He wanted to taste you, bury his tongue deep in your warmth. Taste your sweet honey, make you cum on his tongue, and drink up everything you'd give him.

You groaned in relief as the ice cubes were left to slide off of you, hitting the table in a quiet clatter.

The Dj shouted over the crowd "This one is for any Wesley Snipes Fans!"

You winced as that familiar thumping beat shook pulsed through you.

"Eh, Boss! The Pump Panel!"

You could only assume Jesse nodded back to his underling as he and the rest of the men erupted in laughter around you.

Jesse hooked his fingers into your thongs waste band, pulled them up your legs, nodded in approval as your wet pussy was revealed to him. He brought the panties over your heels, he groaned internally at the sight.

He made a mental note to buy you more thongs and heels. He eyed the panties, the damp spot in the crotch made his chest tingle. He ignored his men as they whistled as he held up the panties. He hastily put them in his pocket.

You hissed and coughed as you felt his cock pock at your entrance. You felt Jesse's large hand press down on your stomach as he trailed it over your lower front.

"You think she can handle him?" One of the men asked another.

"Don't know...Boss has got a big one. She wouldn't be the first girl to break in half." They all laughed, it made your stomach sink.

"Ow, wai-" You pleaded in vain as you felt Jesse's cock agonizingly push past your soft folds. The sharp pain burned as his large cock stretched you out.

"Oh, she took it!"

"She has four more inches to go!"

Their words had your blood run cold.

"F-four more?" You asked with a squeak.

They all laugh as your head threw back when Jesse slammed the rest of himself deep into your heat. Your scream caught in your throat as Jesse wrapped his hand around your delicate neck.

He wasted no time as he fucked you. Every long-stroke, in and out had you panting and reeling. Fuck he felt incredible. Even the pain from stretching out your tight little hole felt incredible.

His hand around your neck was delicate. Only a light pressure, enough to make you squeak and gasp, not enough to cut off the air supply. He wanted that, wanted to still catch all the moans you would make.

You felt his hand slip further to your crotch, his gloved thumb flicked over your swollen clit. Your wanton moan made him lose rhythm for a brief second. Your cunt squeezed him with every expert flick over your clit.

The club's music blared, drowned out only by the men around you laughing. Their vulgar comments lingered in your mind. Each new one etching itself in your memory.

"Fuck, what a sexy little thing."

"I'd love to see the look in her eyes. Fuck I bet she's scared."

"She couldn't be scared, look at her arch her back. Fuck those are some sexy tits."

"Fuck, she's loving it."

"Would love to get pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."

"Shut up and just keep filming."

"Wait!" You lifted yourself to your elbows, "Filming?" Your panic-heavy voice made them men erupt in laughter.

"Yeah, Boss, needs a memento of the night."

The tears flowed heavily, your mouth dry and your face contorted in agony.

Jesse's large cock, his thumb working at your clit, everyone's praise of you, the alcohol in your system...

All eyes are on you.

His eyes no doubt focused upon you to watching his cock surge in and out of your needy cunt.

"I'm go-" You released a breathless moan as arched your back, legs wrapped around Jesse's waist, your hands found purchase around his wrists.

You heard him hiss and growl as your manicured nails dug into his flesh.

His shallow thrusts and snarling had your orgasm crash through you. He fucked you through it, squeezed your neck as his cock throbbed. His spend shooting deep inside your warm walls, your pussy milked him for every drop.

You gasped and cried Jesse released your neck to pinch at your tit. "Oh, ow! Stop!" You sobbed as he pinched your swollen clit. "Pl-please stop."

Another mock-laced laugh from Jesse's men. They fell silent, you had guessed Jesse silenced them with a gesture.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the silk cloth being ripped face your face made you wince. Your eyelids did a poor job of canceling out the bright neon club lights.

Jesse nodded in approval at you. A content hum as he watched your eyed bug out.

God, you hated yourself. He was shirtless, when did that happen? His shoulders, pecs, and abs were covered in a layer of sweat. Fuck he looked even better.

You hated it.

What you thought was going to be salvation just led you to get fucked, at least he gave you somewhat of a choice. Fuck how sad is that?

Your sob as he pulled out pleased him. He tilted his head to the side to watch his sticky cum leaking out of your cunt. One of his men filmed the entire thing,

"Shit, Boss. She's gonna be leaking for days."

You shot Jesse a look as his chest puffed up and down. He was chuckling.

Jesse pulled you up into his arms. Patted your hair as he sat down on the large and black leather seat.

You groaned and whined as he pushed you to the floor. His fingers wrapped around his large cock, the leaking head slapped on your lips.

"You better clean him up, be a good princess for him. He might even keep you."

Jesse slowly nodded at the words spoken by the man standing next to you, the camera a foot away from your face.

Another shot of anger mixed with lust shot through you. Jesse looked like a god. One arm along the top of the seat, his head cocked to the side, his muscles flexed as he slapped his leaking and sticky cock on your cheek and lips.

You giggled with a sense of power as you took one tiny lick along his slit and he threw his head back.

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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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Wow, this script is hella interesting. I like the implication that Bo murdered his mother, and possibly even his father. It really takes a spin on how the Sinclair parents died.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax

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Brahms Heelshire x Female Reader

A fic I have posted over on ao3

This was written with script Brahms in mind. Movie Brahms can easily be pictured, just no mention of his scar.

Underthecut - NSFW, Oral -Female Receiving- Mentions of a lactation Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, allusions of non-con (not a noncon fic)

-This is a very old fic! Any mistakes are my own- This might be too OOC for some Brahms lovers but the whole point is he's being manipulative.

-Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire decided not to off themselves and desperately wanted to be reunited with their son.

Brahms and his 'nanny' have grown closer since he made himself known to her. He's always scared she'll leave him, just like his parents had, he'll say anything he can, do anything to get her to stay.-

Rain poured heavily over the black Rolls Royce. Soaked trees whipped by, branches low and heavy. Mrs. Heelshire hummed and whimpered, fidgeting her old veiny hands together. Mr. Heelshire glanced at his wife, her head down, eyes vacant. He sighed. He mustered up the energy to try again.

“Luv, I still believe everything has been fine. Do you have so little faith in our boy?” He kept his eyes on her. She mumbled and turned to the window. “Is it her you are worried about?” She continued to whimper. “We chose her for a reason. She was sent to us, by God, fate, whatever the forces maybe she is meant to be there for our son. Don’t forget mother, he chose her too, don't you trust his decision?”

Mrs. Heelshire paused before looking over at her husband, her eyes glossy, “You mean our son who cracked open his playmate's skull?” her voice cracked “The one we locked up in the walls for twenty-five years?” She looked away from Mr. Heelshire, wiping away thick tears.

Mr. Heelshire let her cry, what else could he do. At the cottage, he held her as she sobbed. Torn between wanting her baby boy happy and guilt-ridden with what she has done to the young woman employed as his ‘nanny’.

Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios. What if she up and left after Brahms made himself known. What if she started dating Malcolm? How she knew she should have hired an uglier grocery boy.

What if Brahms killed Malcolm in a jealous rage, his temper would permit. What if Brahms had hurt the poor girl, beat her so badly she ended up like sweet little Emily. What if Brahms forces- She could never finish that thought. She dealt with death, but not with the fact that her son could easily...no she couldn’t think about it.

Mrs. Heelshire sucked in a breath as the lavish mansion came into view. Mr. Heelshire puffed up his chest. Ready for what lies beyond the walls. Six months, six months of their son and his nanny, alone.

Brahms peppered kisses all over your face. You giggled and smiled. His lips curled as his kisses began to trail down your chin, down your neck...he brought a nipple into his mouth and hummed.

You moaned with a smile and ran your fingers through his curly black hair. Loving how clean and full it felt. He gave your hardening bud kitten licks, his large hand reaching for the other tit to give light squeezes.

“Mhmm, Brahms. You're so fucking good.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead. He loves when you do that. Treating him delicately as he suckles on you.

Brahms began bucking into your thigh, his erection seeking some kind of friction to ease its ache. “Does my good boy need his cock milked, just like he’s milking my tits?” He growled, face flushed and eyes needy. You weren’t producing milk by any means but the talks of pregnancy and breast milk had begun to make their way into conversations...

One day you had taken Brahms for a walk in the Heelshire Garden. No one comes around much so both of you weren’t worried about him being spotted. You had caught sight of a kingfisher hunting in the Heelshire river. Brahms reminisced about the time he was a boy and Daddy took him bird watching. They spent all day waiting to see a kingfisher.

Brahms remembered how he threw a fit as it got dark and one had yet to be spotted. AS if mother nature didn’t want to hear the spoiled boy's cries, a kingfisher swooped low and scooped up a fish into its beak. It was nice to see him smiling like that, remembering the good times of his childhood, before the walls.

“I don’t know if I could handle a kid.” He said while wrapping an arm around you. You both sat there on a stone bench, overlooking the same river he spotted the kingfisher years before. “I mean, I can admit, I was a handful and I believe the saying is ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’.”

You smiled and shook your head.

“Brahms, no offence but your parents also indulged you at every turn. All kids can be a lot to handle but just because their father or mother was doesn’t always mean they will be too.” He tensed up at your words, you rubbed his large back to soothe him, brows hanging low, worried you upset him.

“They did indulge me. They gave me everything I wanted. Except for normality. I wanted the new Nintendo Entertainment system, I got it. I smashed a two-hundred-year-old vase to get it. I wanted the whole thunderbirds set, even a rare Thunderbird 3 rocket from the sixties, I got it. I destroyed a quarter of the library.” Brahms had never told you any of this before.

You sat there engrossed by his story.

“I didn’t want Emily to leave. I didn’t want to be alone, alone with just my thoughts to accompany me anymore.”

You knew about Emily. All about Emily. You had seen the pictures, you had gotten every crumb of information out of Malcolm you could. Brahms had spilled everything about Emily to you when you confronted him two months after arriving.

You never brought it up again. You have come to terms with what he has done. It was crazy, accepting that your boyfriend had killed his playmate, but you couldn’t judge. Just look at you, you were making love, every night, to a man who spent twenty-five years living in the walls.

You soothed him, running your small hand on the back of his large one. He looked down at you, “Do you want a kid?” Your heart stopped. You looked at the river, its water was flowing at a steady pace, not an unnatural ripple on the surface. “Well, I’ve thought about it.”

“Before me?”

“I mean, I’ve always thought about it, Brahms.”

“And now, after, during your time with me?"

His cheeks were red and it wasn’t from the frigid air. He leaned down into you, his face half a foot away. You swallowed hard. “I’ve thought about it with you, yes.”

You had, when he had you pinned underneath him, his muscles flexing, his chest heaving, a layer of sweat sticking to his skin coating him nicely, his bearded face giving you a smouldering look, you’ve fought back the urge to ask him to breed you. To ask him to fill you up with his baby.

Was it just the heat of the moment? Were our hormones getting the best of you?

The look in his eyes held desperation, his mouth in an unnatural smile. You fidgeted in your spot. His gaze is heavy upon you.

“Yes. I’ve thought about you giving me your baby.”

Brahms wrapped you in his arms and pulled you onto his lap, legs on either side of him he pulled your chest up against his. He kissed you, hard with want. His right hand found purchase on the back of your head, fingers petting over your hair. His left held the small of your back. He made a low moan into the kiss, his tongue gently rubbing along yours. Your hands ran through his curly hair, knowing he loved to have his scalp massaged.

“Want me?” He asked breathlessly in between kisses.

“Yes, Brahms.”

“Say my name again.”

You mewled, “Brahms.”

“Keep my name on your lips, love.” He stuck his tongue further down into your mouth. You mewled and pushed further into him. His tongue not letting up, it easily dominated your own. His left hand went to the front of your jacket, unzipping it. He opened it to get a look at your low-cut sweater. He sucked in a breath at your soft tits pushed up in the bra. He kissed down your neck suckling on the tender skin.

You bucked into him, he growled low, kisses moving down to your tits. He pulled off your jacket and pulled down the sweater from your shoulders, bra tagging along. Your breasts hit the frigid air and you shuddered, nipples instantly hard. Brahms bucked into you, his cock hard and needy. He suckled on your left nipple, enjoying how hard it already was. You trashed about a little, his warm mouth was heaven on your once cold bud.

He switched back and forth between nipples, loving the way you continued to run your fingers through his hair. He nibbled your tits, sending your head falling back, mouth open with the neediest moans escaping them. “Oh Brahms, Brahms that feels so good. You’re so good to me.” You kissed his forehead, loving the soft hum he made.

Pulled off your right nipple with a pop. He held you by your arms, away from him to get a good look at you. He took in your needy eyes, red puffy lips, chin with both of your spit dripping down it. “I love you.” Your eyes went wide. He smiled, “These tits will change if I put a baby in you.” He said, almost asking in a way if that was fine by you.

“I know. Will you still suck them, if I have your baby?” You felt your face grow hot while asking him that. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him, his handsome face in the warmest smile.

“Of course, I mean, I can share you know.” He gave a wolfish grin and brought a nipple back into his mouth. You squealed when he bit down at you. “Have to learn to handle it, my love, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back when these are full with yummy milk.” That was so dirty but so arousing, Your core ached and you felt your pussy leak at his vulgar words.

You rubbed your aching cunt into his lap, both of you choking out a sob as your crotches rubbed together. Brahms grabbed your hips to smother them into his jean-covered cock. Growls and moans spilling from him, his teeth grazing at your nipples, loving all the sexy little noises that escaped from you.

“Brahms, I can’t wait anymore.” You tore off your sweater and bra, you shivered as the air kissed your skin. You wrestled out of his grip to pull down your leggings, your panties coming off along with them.

Brahms's eyes bugged out as he took in your naked form, you shivered and hugged yourself from the cold. He took off his jacket and placed it on the stone bench. He grabbed your discarded sweater and made a makeshift pillow.

“Lie down.” He patted his jacket, you nodded and did as he said. Your legs fell to either side of the slab, you shuddered as your exposed pussy was kissed by the cool air. Brahms brought his hands under your knees, lifting up your legs and spreading them wide. He choked out a sob at the sight of you. “I fucking love you.” before you had the chance to say a word he dove in, lapping at your cunt.

You screamed at the sensation, his warm wet mouth on your pussy, tongue pushing past your folds and licking your walls.

He plowed his tongue in and out, loving how your pussy was stretching around him. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave a hard tug. He growled and squeezed your legs in his hands. “Brahms, oh god don’t stop.” You looked down at him, his blue-green eyes dilated, his face flushed. He ran his hands up and down the back of your thighs, nails dragging lightly, eliciting a nice dull pain.

Brahms wrapped his lips on your clit, his tongue flicking over your clit, sucking hard. He looked up at you, enjoying your breast shake with each thrill he sent through you. ‘Cum, cum, Y/N, cum on my tongue.’ His voice was eager, demanding.

You bucked your hips into his face, the coil in you getting closer and closer till that wanting snap. “Brahms, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, please keep going.” He hummed his agreement and shook his head as he assaulted your throbbing clit. You tensed and felt your orgasm wash over you. You screamed and yanked on Brahms's hair, “Oh, baby, please...no more.” he was too strong.

His tongue went to your cunt to lick you up, not wanting to miss a drop of your creamy mess. He chuckled darkly as he watched you thrash under his ministrations. He went back to your very sore clit and suckled hard. “No, Brahms, please. It’s too-ah!” Another, but a smaller orgasm was ripped out of you. Brahms chuckled as he continued to lap you up.

You used your foot to lightly hit his back, hoping it would give him the idea to get off and let you compose yourself. Relief came when he released your clit with a harsh pop. You shook on the bench, spit dripping down your chin. “Was that good?” He asked with a cocky smile. You gave him a look, licked your lips, and sighed. You smiled back, heart racing, feeling flushed as you saw a softness in his eyes.

“Let me help you now, Brahms.” You reached for his crotch but he pushed your hands away.

“No, I want this, now.” He undid his jeans and dragged them down with his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles. He kicked them off, his cock stood erect, a bead of precum leaking out. “I want to give you what I want to give.” You shuddered, mouth going dry at his words.

He situated himself in front of you, both legs on either side of the slab. His cock felt sore, precum dripping onto the cold slab beneath him. He scooted himself up closer to you.

“Does your pussy want my cock to kiss it?” He asked, his naughty talk making you buck your hips up to his cock. “Does your pretty pussy want my cum to warm you up?” You moaned and whined, nodding. “Does your pussy want my seed?”

“Yes, Brah-”

He cut you off with one quick motion, his cock slamming into your wanting cunt. You moaned and he fell over, growling in your ear, “Your pussy too damn eager, eh love?” You sobbed and kissed his cheek.

You felt his grin and he slammed into you again. You wrapped your arms around his large back, hands feeling his muscles under his jacket. He didn’t lift weights or anything, yet he had muscles, nice taut muscles that held you close, carried you around.

“My good little Y/n. Pussy so needy for her Brahms.” He stuck his tongue back in your mouth. He loved having you try and control the kiss, your little tongue struggling to fight him off. He wrapped his arms under your legs, pulling your knees to your chest, he hunched over you, his torso pushing your legs down. He made one long stroke in you, his long cock hitting deep within you.

“Oh, Brahms, ah-” He slammed back in hard, cutting off your words. He fucked you mercilessly, grunting and groaning, sweat dripping from his forehead on yours.

He felt your pussy clench around him, wet walls soaking his surging cock. “Your pussy is so wanting. Tell me, what does my love want?”

“You, Brahms.”

“I know this.” He chuckles in between thrusts, “Tell me what your pussy wants.”

You composed yourself and gave him a devious smile “I want you to breed me, Brahms, fill my pussy with your hot seed. Make me yours, forever.”

He roared as he fucked your pussy raw. His balls went from slapping against your ass to tightening up the closer he got to his release. “Fuckin’ ah- Asking me to breed you. Say it, say it, say you want me to be a daddy. Your pussy gonna give me a baby?” Drool spilled down his chin, his face was red, his eyes fixed on you.

“Yes, I’ll make you a daddy, Brahms.” You threw your head back, neck exposed and he sucked it hard. You felt him grab at you, hands on either side snaking under your back to pull you closer into him. He gave a few more powerful thrusts, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and ache.

“I’m cumming. Take my- take my seed.” He roared as he slammed into you. You thrashed about, a small orgasm spreading through your body, feeling his hot sticky cum spill into you.

He pulled out and kissed you, telling you how much he loved you. How much he trusted you.

Since that day, pregnancy talk has always been...there.

“You might not have milk yet, but we could seriously change that.” He winked at you. You pulled the covers over his back.

“We should wait a little more. Let’s just have fun, you and I, no one else.” You winked at him but he growled. You stuck your tongue out at him and he relented with a smile. You both laugh as he climbed back up to rest his head on the pillow, dragging you into his arms.

“One day, I will ask you to stop taking birth control. Understand?” His tone was very serious, his voice low. You nodded. And murmured “one day.”

In the sweet moments of pillow talk, both were unaware of the world in the antique-like bedroom. The large front doors creaked open.

Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire stepped into the foyer, not much had changed. Maybe just a little dustier in some spots. Mr. Heelshire stepped further into the house, peaking into the living room. Nothing. Mrs. Heelshire gingerly peeked into the small kitchen. Nothing.

Mrs. Heelshire perked up. Head turned to look up the stairs. “I hear them.” She whispered. Mr. Heelshire turned up his hearing aids. He waited, then he heard it too, giggling.

“Upstairs.” he mouthed to Mrs. Heelshire. He put a finger over his lips, indicating to Mrs. Heelshire to keep quiet.

“Brahms!”

“Damn it, Mother!” Mr. Heelshire reprimanded.

Brahms nearly fell out of the bed, heart in between stopping and beating out his chest. He scrambled with the blanket, pulling it around him, leaving you exposed, naked, and frightened on the bed.

“Oh my god. They said-”. He panicked, hands running through his hair, chest heaving at an alarming pace. He paced his room, muttering “Not supposed to come back, damn it!”

He picked up his toy dalmatian, ready to hurl it through the wall, you rushed over to him, not wanting to let his anger boil over any further. You threw yourself on him, grabbing his arm that held the toy.

“Brahms, no, please no more anger.” He snarled, teeth bared and nostrils flaring. “You get angry, god knows what they’ll do. Please calm down, okay?” He looked down into your nearly tear-stricken eyes.

He sucked in a breath and steadied himself. He kissed your forehead, mumbling out “m’ sorry’

Mrs. Heelshire bound up the stairs, faster than she ever had in the last twenty years.

Brahms heard his mother’s steps. He pulled the blankets around both of you, his long arms wrapping around your torso protectively.

Closer and closer she got, closer and closer it felt like the world had stopped spinning.

Brahms grabbed you tightly, breathing heavily.

Mrs. Heelshire stopped at the entrance of her son's room. Her heart stopped. Her Son, her tall lanky son, hair clean, beard shaven, brushed teeth and a new healthy glow radiated from him. She looked at you, held protectively in her son’s arms. His hands running up and down your sides, with a gentleness she never thought she’d see.

Brahms was never a gentle one. She remembers when he- no, she best not think about it.

Mr. Heelshire appeared behind Mrs. Heelshire. He took in the sight of his son and his woman. He smiled, he knew, his gut didn’t fail him.

“Mother, why don’t we leave these two, let them get dressed and we’ll have some tea, yes?” Mrs. Heelshire stammered.

Brahms spoke up “Yes, Father, I think that’s for the best.” Mrs. Heelshire’s mouth fell open, she stumbled back into Mr. Heelshire.

“Our boy, using his adul-”

“Please give us a moment to get ourselves dressed, yes?” Brahms asked.

Mr. Heelshire nodded towards his son and gave you a smile. “Come, mummy, let’s prepare tea.” He grabbed her and led her away. She mumbled about what she had just seen.

Hearing the footsteps become more and more distant. Brahms rushed to the door and gave it a harsh slam.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” he held you as he shook. You hugged him back, face flat. “We have to go down. I’m so sorry.”

You never thought they’d come back. They left a suicide note for Brahms. Asking him to be good, asking him to take care of you as they told you to take care of him. They left you everything, everything. The cottage in Putney, the farm in Kent. the acres and acres of land they owned in Scotland. Not to mention the racehorses that were worth more money than your own family had made in generations.

You and Brahms got dressed. You fixed your hair the best you could, Brahms doing the same to his own. He grabbed your hand. “We can do this, okay?” You nodded at him, He nodded and added “It’s you and me, okay. They won’t change anything between us. They won’t change our plans.”

Brahms led you out the room and down the stairs. Each step made your heart pound, harder and harder. As you neared the kitchen, Brahms squeezed your small hand in his, he turned to you, he smiled and mouthed.

“We got this.”

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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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i showed one of my friends your dad's friend bo fanfic and the dilf slashers and she is thrilled 😩🤤 still waiting for her to read the vincent one, oh boy 😉

I hope you and your friends are over 18, anon! I hope DILF Vincent is just as thrilling.

Wonderful how DILF (Dad's friend Bo) Bo has taken off for many.

He's a joy! And two others have given their own takes on the concept.

My DILF Bo has a few successful garages, basically has franchised his business.

The look of DILF Bo?

Ignore the navy uniform lmao But I just can't choose. Brian Van Holt is just so hot 😩

Or maybe just regular Bo is a good -Dad's Friend Bo- DILF Bo

Anyone's thoughts on what DILF Bo looks like?

Choose whatever one you want as y'all read the stories!

And yes, I am working on Stepdad Bo!!

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black-licorice-lingerie · 3 years

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In Conclusion of Billy Lenz’s Past..

TW: Sexual assault, physical abuse, child abuse, murder, and kidnapping.

This is the conclusion post of my analysis regarding the Lenz Family dynamics. After analyzing Billy’s phone calls and actions throughout the novelization (Black Christmas), I pieced together what I think is the timeline of the Lenz Family Dynamic:

From Chapter Twelve’s Analysis: From my previous post: This section implies that Billy was physically abused, for a while. If the line calling for Billy’s clothing to be taken off is anything to think of, it probably means that Billy was also sexually abused before. Unless they were making him take a bath as punishment, parental figures pulling his pants off may point to something specifically awful happening to Billy at a point in his life..

This births the twisted mind of little Billy Lenz, as well as his assault on his younger sibling (Agnes). Judging from the amount of times Billy has mimicked these events on the phone, we can assume Billy’s been abusing Agnes all the time. Agnes decides to stand up for herself, using the phrase “Nasty Billy” on him during such a crucial moment.

Second Part of Chapter Ten’s Analysis: After Agnes confesses about Billy abusing her to her parents, her mother is in denial. She thought she successfully whipped Billy “into shape”, but what she actually created was a cycle of abuse. She doesn’t want to believe a large part of this is her fault, so she considers the idea of Agnes making this shit up.

The father, of course, is pissed when he finds out about this. Unfortunately, he also has an abusive streak to his personality. Enraged by his wife not believing her own daughter about what’s going on, he beats her. He tries to “fix” his wife into a sensible way of thinking.

First Part of Chapter Fifteen: This is another case of Billy viciously assaulting Agnes. This time, his mother caught a glimpse of the whole altercation. In another desperate attempt to silence Agnes, he pleads for her to not admit to the abuse he’s putting on her. Agnes refuses, and calls him “nasty” for what he did.

From Chapter Thirteen: After the parents have been fed up with what’s going on with Agnes, they decide to confront Billy. Judging by the mother’s tone of voice, we can say that she’s the one beating the mess out of Billy. Although his father tries to get confirmation that Billy did (in fact) abuse Agnes, Billy’s obviously too stressed to really hold a conversation at this moment.

Billy confronts his mother about her abuse towards him. In a moment of sheer bitterness, Billy announces his distaste for his mother as she’s been a terrible parent. Billy’s mother...is simply apathetic. She describes the abuse towards her own son as being satisfying...as satisfying as getting a wart removed. We can say that this conversation cements Billy’s hatred towards his family, and towards women as a whole.

Second Part of Chapter Fifteen Analysis: Okay so from what I can understand, Agnes has gone missing before Billy’s parents could intervene. Billy’s mother, knowing of what the fuck is happening, accuses Billy of sexually assaulting and murdering Agnes in one go. Billy denies it, but his mother insists that he killed the poor girl. Billy’s father tries to reassure his wife that Agnes couldn’t have gone missing, and should just be in Billy’s room.. As far as I can tell, Billy didn’t kill Agnes (at least not yet). Instead, Billy just hid her off somewhere in the house to get away with assaulting her even more (evidence by her mouth being muffled).

From Chapter Sixteen Analysis: When (younger) Billy is telling his mother that he’ll go get Agnes, what he's actually doing is going to grab a weapon so he can kill his parents.

He doesn’t want to let Agnes go, because Billy’s possessive of her. He’s too sickly attached from the abuse he put on her to just “hand her over”. After all, he’s fucking sick of his mom and dad, so he’s going to kick them as they’re down just as they did him. This time, he’s gonna make sure they don’t come back to yell at and beat him..

First Part of Chapter Ten’s Analysis: After having killed his parents and hiding Agnes in the depth of whatever home they made use of, time went by. Billy is now a teenager, while Agnes is older. However, her voice is still “small” because she’s still a young child. This is what causes Billy’s voice (at this time of his life) to sound more like a man’s, while Agnes still sounds like a little girl.

Third Part of Chapter Fifteen’s Analysis: “Billy later kills his family’s baby (Agnes)”, as I mentioned from my analysis. As Billy no longer has his own Agnes to deal with, he goes out and makes shelter in other people’s homes. He also makes use of other “Agneses” he observes in the duration of hijacking places to stay. So to WHY he decided to kill Agnes after abusing her for so long and keeping her hostage? I think it has to do with Agnes waiting for the right time to fight back, but failing to get away. If we think back to the story, Billy HATES feeling threatened and he loves perceived obedience towards him (as he grew possessive over Clare’s corpse, when she couldn’t even breathe). He loves obedience because he’s not in danger. If they’re not fighting back, cussing, or trying to escape, they’re not hurting you right? (Billy’s mindset).

But Agnes was tired of playing nice to avoid Billy’s violent temper tantrums, and the abuse as a whole. After so long, Agnes finally put her plan into motion, to escape and to get Billy punished for everything he did. Unfortunately, Billy outpowered, and outspeeded her on the escape goal. Billy grabs onto Agnes as she’s so close to making it out of Billy’s “custody”, and brutally murders her, putting an end to the rest of the dysfunctional Lenz family. Leaving Billy the last Lenz in his wild Canadian city.

Okay so now we have to ask the question we’ve all been thinking about...Why the fuck did Billy do that shit to Agnes?

Based on what I know (the fact being that most kids who sexually abuse other kids actually do it as a learned behavior) and Billy’s childhood of abuse: Billy sexually and physically abused Agnes because his parents normalized such behavior towards him when they were mad.

They physically, and sexually abused Billy as a form of direct, and brutal punishment whenever he happened to piss them off. Teaching a child that beating them and others is acceptable when they did something to make authorities mad is NOT a good way to parent. As studies regarding whooping have shown: it literally teaches your kid to lie to avoid responsibility, to fear communicating with authorities, and you’re also teaching them that violence is a good answer to any situation whenever someone makes you mad for whatever reason..

Sexual abuse on children is a large violation of their privacy and safety. They are physically and mentally unprepared for sex, making it extremely unnatural to them. Sexual abuse on children puts them at a larger risk of developing physical injury, sexually transmitted diseases, mental disorders such as PTSD, distrust of authorities, and an enormous tear on how one should treat others. Children who are sexually abused are often led to believe that this behavior is normal, similar to children from other forms of abuse. They’re under the impression of “my parents taught me to do this when I’m feeling this way, so I’ll do it” because they’re children, and children mimic their environment as a form of learning to adapt. This leads to most child perpetrators of sexual abuse to commit such acts on other children. They were taught that this heinous behavior was normal, and now they’re doing what they think is acceptable..

When beating, or sexually abusing your child as punishment, you’re physically harming them, destroying their sense of safety, ruining their understanding of how to behave around others, and wrecking their perception on how much you love them. This puts them at risk for developing mental disorders such as Depression, Anxiety, and PTSD.

Here’s my personal description of the Lenz Family (based on what we see in the novel):

Bruce Lenz (Billy’s father) has a wife and two kids in a dysfunctional Canadian family. In punishing Billy, he joins his wife in tearing apart his own son’s psyche. However, when shit hits the fan, he’s willing to place his hands on his own wife to “set her straight” in a disgustingly traditional household way (domestic abuse). However, despite the abuse towards his wife and son, he does show care for Agnes. Agnes probably gave him the least of troubles between his wife and Billy. When Bruce hears from Agnes that Billy was being “nasty” towards her, he becomes deeply disturbed. When his wife starts to deny Agnes’ reliability, he beats his wife out of pure anger. Anger that she would really turn her back on her daughter. Angry that such a thing would happen to his little girl.

Billy’s Mother is a very mentally disturbed woman who’s especially responsible for creating the monster we know as Billy Lenz. Possibly traumatized herself (probably from her husband’s domestic abuse), she lashes out at Billy for being (in her eyes) the problem child. She probably never wanted a boy in the first place, for the reason that she has a history with brutish men, and took out that bitterness on Billy. Billy grew to have issues because of his mother’s monstrous actions towards him, which only strengthened her hatred for him. She thought she could “beat Billy into shape” when she was really also doing this out of her own amusement. As she mentions, “it was like having a wart removed”. However, “taming the monster” failed, and she became livid because of it.

Agnes Lenz is the baby of the family. She’s the favorite child of both parents in the house, possibly because she was much more “manageable” than Billy. As she received the love Billy could never obtain, she became the outlet of his anger, and sick, teenage sexual frustrations (stemming from abuse). Despite the constant abuse by Billy, Agnes didn’t stop fighting. Agnes fought back in her own way, by calling Billy “nasty” for doing such gross things to her. Unfortunately, because of the long abusive history has with her, she became the model of how Billy views his victims; unfairly favored, irresistible, pretty, but weak and thus the perfect “punching bag”. Agnes Lenz became the “lens” in how Billy views most women and girls, or just any victim at all.

Billy Lenz is the star of the Lenz family. Born to an abusive father, and a monstrous mother who thought they could contain Billy’s natural rebellious nature. Physically, and sexually abused himself, these traumas only spur Billy further into the road of mental instability. Then along came Agnes. Upset, jealous, and (later on in his life) aroused, he takes advantage of Agnes. After having fully snapped, killing his parents, he keeps Agnes for himself in a secretive place to take shelter in for so many years. After Agnes’ persistent fighting towards Billy’s horrendous forces, he finally takes Agnes out of the picture. In the adult stage of his life, Billy becomes in search for new Agnes’ to lash out at, stalk, assault, and murder. Unable to break free of the mental torment that his mother and father had placed upon him.

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