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Catching Brahms In The Wall and Punishing Him (NSFW)

Request: a Brahms smut where the reader catches Brahms watching them within the walls after they touched herself and they doms him for misbehaving 😳✋🏽

Brahms was asleep for the night, and for once it seemed like you’d have an evening to yourself

after a hot bath you find yourself nude in bed, planning to take full advantage of your time alone

you’re so wrapped up in yourself you don’t even notice the voyeur in the wall, staring from the hole you never got around to fixing

what you do notice is a high-pitched whine that’s quickly cut off

Brahms may be sneaky in every day life, but that doesn’t translate when he’s jerking himself off to you

you instantly sit up, sternly calling him out. You sit there with your arms crossed until he slinks into your room with his head down, nervously wringing his hands, erection still straining against the front of his pants

you motion for him to kneel in front of you and he does so enthusiastically

“You’ve been a very, very bad boy. You’re lucky I’m letting you finish what you so rudely interrupted.”

you spread your legs, pushing his mask just over his mouth. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as you grip his hair, pressing his head roughly between your legs.

he lazily runs his tongue against you, a last ditch attempt to be a brat. You simply grip his curls tighter and coo to him

“If you do a good job, I’ll consider letting you get off afterwards.”

that gets his attention. You throw your head back with a groan as he takes you completely in his mouth

you can tell he’s trying to hurry, ever impatient as he grips your hips painfully

you don’t mind, your abandoned orgasm from earlier rushing back as you throw one of your legs over his shoulder

all you can manage is to grab his hair with both hands, forcing him closer as an orgasm rips over through you

he doesn’t stop until you push him back, panting as you take him in

he rubs the wetness from his mouth, face flushed as he kneels in front of you, trying so hard to be good

you smile to him, moving out of the way and letting him climb onto the bed next to you

he trembles as you lean over him, gently running your lips over his jaw, and you swear you can feel him twitch through his pants when you run your fingertips over his bulge

you unbutton his pants, and when you suddenly grip him he keens, hips lifting into your grip

you shush him, and you swear you can hear his pulse when you run your thumb against the head of his cock

it’s not long before he starts begging, his pretty pleases and I’ll be good’s falling on deaf ears as you keep up the tortuously slow handjob

right as he’s about to come undone you let go, brushing the hair off of his sweaty forehead and kissing his temple as he whines, trying to pull your hand back

and your hand does go back, but to his horror, only to button him back up with a devilish grin

“I only promised to consider letting you cum. Be a better boy tomorrow and I’ll finish the job.”

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Catching Brahms In The Wall and Punishing Him (NSFW)

Request: a Brahms smut where the reader catches Brahms watching them within the walls after they touched herself and they doms him for misbehaving 😳✋🏽

Brahms was asleep for the night, and for once it seemed like you’d have an evening to yourself

after a hot bath you find yourself nude in bed, planning to take full advantage of your time alone

you’re so wrapped up in yourself you don’t even notice the voyeur in the wall, staring from the hole you never got around to fixing

what you do notice is a high-pitched whine that’s quickly cut off

Brahms may be sneaky in every day life, but that doesn’t translate when he’s jerking himself off to you

you instantly sit up, sternly calling him out. You sit there with your arms crossed until he slinks into your room with his head down, nervously wringing his hands, erection still straining against the front of his pants

you motion for him to kneel in front of you and he does so enthusiastically

“You’ve been a very, very bad boy. You’re lucky I’m letting you finish what you so rudely interrupted.”

you spread your legs, pushing his mask just over his mouth. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as you grip his hair, pressing his head roughly between your legs.

he lazily runs his tongue against you, a last ditch attempt to be a brat. You simply grip his curls tighter and coo to him

“If you do a good job, I’ll consider letting you get off afterwards.”

that gets his attention. You throw your head back with a groan as he takes you completely in his mouth

you can tell he’s trying to hurry, ever impatient as he grips your hips painfully

you don’t mind, your abandoned orgasm from earlier rushing back as you throw one of your legs over his shoulder

all you can manage is to grab his hair with both hands, forcing him closer as an orgasm rips over through you

he doesn’t stop until you push him back, panting as you take him in

he rubs the wetness from his mouth, face flushed as he kneels in front of you, trying so hard to be good

you smile to him, moving out of the way and letting him climb onto the bed next to you

he trembles as you lean over him, gently running your lips over his jaw, and you swear you can feel him twitch through his pants when you run your fingertips over his bulge

you unbutton his pants, and when you suddenly grip him he keens, hips lifting into your grip

you shush him, and you swear you can hear his pulse when you run your thumb against the head of his cock

it’s not long before he starts begging, his pretty pleases and I’ll be good’s falling on deaf ears as you keep up the tortuously slow handjob

right as he’s about to come undone you let go, brushing the hair off of his sweaty forehead and kissing his temple as he whines, trying to pull your hand back

and your hand does go back, but to his horror, only to button him back up with a devilish grin

“I only promised to consider letting you cum. Be a better boy tomorrow and I’ll finish the job.”

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im still alive yall,,, im just busy lmao

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dirty type of clean

brahms heelshire x reader

summary: when you finally find the opportunity to shower alone, brahms still manages to get to you.

warnings: smut (groping, nipple play, fingering, vaginal penetration, breeding kink and cock warming if you squint), desperate brahms, reader has breasts & a vagina but gender identity is unspecified

notes: first actual fic i’m posting here! also my first brahms work, but i’ve been thinking about this a lot. please be kind lmao!

brahms is clingy.

he’s like a lost kitten, rubbing himself against your leg wherever you go, latching his claws into the fabric of your clothes; clinging to you like a child. there’s never a moment alone, not with his desperate eyes following you everywhere.

it’s rare moments like these where you actually find a moment to be alone.

see, brahms loves to shower with you. despite his preference for baths, where he can relax and let you bathe him, he insists on forcing his way through the bathroom door to stay with you under the hot water every time. truth be told, you don’t mind it, but sometimes, sometimes, you’d like to take showers that don’t involve your boyfriend taking you against the shower wall.

whatever distraction you’ve given him, whether it being a new song to play or a light nap to take, it’s still only enough to buy you thirty minutes. he can’t stand to be away from you, whether it being staring at you from across the room or directly attaching himself to your hip.

the hot water hits your back in rough bullets, massaging your muscles and relaxing your shoulders. the soap has already been washed away, your hair cleaned, and your body drenched. you can practically hear a whining brahms, complaining about how you’ve abandoned him for a shower — but under the water, you can’t find yourself to care.

pulling the curtain back, you step out, shivering as the cold bathroom air hits your skin. you turn, taking a towel and wrapping it around your wet form.

leaning over the bathroom sink, with a huff, you clear the fog off of the mirror, staring at your own reflection for just a moment.

your body jolts as you hear the door open, but before you can turn, you can already see him behind you. the mask is still on; but you can hear his light pants behind it. his eyes are darker, frustrated, almost as if he was scared you had left him — but as his arms wrap around your body, they soften.

brahms’ puffs of breath hit your shoulder, hot breath warming the cold skin, leaving goosebumps along your arm. he’s silent, unmoving, to almost a worrying degree.

before you can ask him if he’s alright, his hands move up, prying your towel open and apart. in compliance, you soften your grip, letting it hit the floor below you. almost immediately, his hands latch onto your tits, groping and squeezing with abandon, his panting turning into light grunts. his large, hairy hands pinch at your nipples, his hips grinding into your ass as he watches them perk up on contact.

one of his hands detaches from your chest, reaching down to rub at your folds. it took time, but slowly, you had taught him that you need attention too, especially in preparation for his cock — and taught him to get you ready beforehand.

he’s still not great at it.

his finger plunges inside of you, and you let out a light whimper, your hand clutching onto the side of the sink. the end of his mask scrapes against your shoulder as another finger slips in, spreading apart, scissoring inside of you. gasping, you move your hand down to rub at your clit as he fingers you, grinding your ass against his crotch.

brahms must have decided that you were ready enough, because in a flurry of motion, he pulls his fingers out, and pulls his pants down to his hips.

“brahms-“ you start, before you already feel his cockhead at your entrance. panting, your legs tense as he plunges into you, almost immediately hitting the hilt. the intrusion is almost painful, and you close your eyes as you keep rubbing circles into your clit.

his hands wrap around you, leaning over, bending you over with him. you keep rubbing yourself as he starts to move, hips humping into yours at a desperate speed. you can hear his muffled grunts and groans behind his mask, hair sticking to it with sweat, hips snapping into your backside.

brahms can be a selfish lover, and you’ve become used to it. he’s never had the chance to learn otherwise. he’s desperate and needy, always chasing after his end, just needing to be in you as soon as possible. despite the need to be taking care of yourself, his desperation for you turns you on like nothing else.

his grunts turn into light “ah, ah, ah”s in your ear, his voice quivering, almost as if he’s in tears. your fingers move faster, rubbing harder, rougher circles, desperate to feel your end. as you get closer and closer, your breath hardens, and words slip out of you like ghosts.

“please, please,” you pant, your own breath fogging up the mirror, “cum in me, brahms, c’mon—“ you’re gasping, begging him, until he can’t take it anymore.

with a loud, crying moan, his hips snap one last time before stilling, emptying himself inside of you. you gasp and moan as he fills you, his own whimpering getting you closer and closer, until the chord in you snaps. you orgasm with a loud moan, hips shaking against the sink, legs going completely straight.

as you finally come down, you look up, seeing brahms behind you in the mirror. he’s staring at you, teary-eyed and satisfied, his fingers rubbing circles onto your hips instinctually.

“please…” he mutters, barely audible. “can i… stay in you, please?”

if the question wasn’t so dirty, it would warm your heart. with a smile, you reach back to stroke his hair. “just for a minute. because of you, i have to shower again.”

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dirty type of clean

brahms heelshire x reader

summary: when you finally find the opportunity to shower alone, brahms still manages to get to you.

warnings: smut (groping, nipple play, fingering, vaginal penetration, breeding kink and cock warming if you squint), desperate brahms, reader has breasts & a vagina but gender identity is unspecified

notes: first actual fic i’m posting here! also my first brahms work, but i’ve been thinking about this a lot. please be kind lmao!

brahms is clingy.

he’s like a lost kitten, rubbing himself against your leg wherever you go, latching his claws into the fabric of your clothes; clinging to you like a child. there’s never a moment alone, not with his desperate eyes following you everywhere.

it’s rare moments like these where you actually find a moment to be alone.

see, brahms loves to shower with you. despite his preference for baths, where he can relax and let you bathe him, he insists on forcing his way through the bathroom door to stay with you under the hot water every time. truth be told, you don’t mind it, but sometimes, sometimes, you’d like to take showers that don’t involve your boyfriend taking you against the shower wall.

whatever distraction you’ve given him, whether it being a new song to play or a light nap to take, it’s still only enough to buy you thirty minutes. he can’t stand to be away from you, whether it being staring at you from across the room or directly attaching himself to your hip.

the hot water hits your back in rough bullets, massaging your muscles and relaxing your shoulders. the soap has already been washed away, your hair cleaned, and your body drenched. you can practically hear a whining brahms, complaining about how you’ve abandoned him for a shower — but under the water, you can’t find yourself to care.

pulling the curtain back, you step out, shivering as the cold bathroom air hits your skin. you turn, taking a towel and wrapping it around your wet form.

leaning over the bathroom sink, with a huff, you clear the fog off of the mirror, staring at your own reflection for just a moment.

your body jolts as you hear the door open, but before you can turn, you can already see him behind you. the mask is still on; but you can hear his light pants behind it. his eyes are darker, frustrated, almost as if he was scared you had left him — but as his arms wrap around your body, they soften.

brahms’ puffs of breath hit your shoulder, hot breath warming the cold skin, leaving goosebumps along your arm. he’s silent, unmoving, to almost a worrying degree.

before you can ask him if he’s alright, his hands move up, prying your towel open and apart. in compliance, you soften your grip, letting it hit the floor below you. almost immediately, his hands latch onto your tits, groping and squeezing with abandon, his panting turning into light grunts. his large, hairy hands pinch at your nipples, his hips grinding into your ass as he watches them perk up on contact.

one of his hands detaches from your chest, reaching down to rub at your folds. it took time, but slowly, you had taught him that you need attention too, especially in preparation for his cock — and taught him to get you ready beforehand.

he’s still not great at it.

his finger plunges inside of you, and you let out a light whimper, your hand clutching onto the side of the sink. the end of his mask scrapes against your shoulder as another finger slips in, spreading apart, scissoring inside of you. gasping, you move your hand down to rub at your clit as he fingers you, grinding your ass against his crotch.

brahms must have decided that you were ready enough, because in a flurry of motion, he pulls his fingers out, and pulls his pants down to his hips.

“brahms-“ you start, before you already feel his cockhead at your entrance. panting, your legs tense as he plunges into you, almost immediately hitting the hilt. the intrusion is almost painful, and you close your eyes as you keep rubbing circles into your clit.

his hands wrap around you, leaning over, bending you over with him. you keep rubbing yourself as he starts to move, hips humping into yours at a desperate speed. you can hear his muffled grunts and groans behind his mask, hair sticking to it with sweat, hips snapping into your backside.

brahms can be a selfish lover, and you’ve become used to it. he’s never had the chance to learn otherwise. he’s desperate and needy, always chasing after his end, just needing to be in you as soon as possible. despite the need to be taking care of yourself, his desperation for you turns you on like nothing else.

his grunts turn into light “ah, ah, ah”s in your ear, his voice quivering, almost as if he’s in tears. your fingers move faster, rubbing harder, rougher circles, desperate to feel your end. as you get closer and closer, your breath hardens, and words slip out of you like ghosts.

“please, please,” you pant, your own breath fogging up the mirror, “cum in me, brahms, c’mon—“ you’re gasping, begging him, until he can’t take it anymore.

with a loud, crying moan, his hips snap one last time before stilling, emptying himself inside of you. you gasp and moan as he fills you, his own whimpering getting you closer and closer, until the chord in you snaps. you orgasm with a loud moan, hips shaking against the sink, legs going completely straight.

as you finally come down, you look up, seeing brahms behind you in the mirror. he’s staring at you, teary-eyed and satisfied, his fingers rubbing circles onto your hips instinctually.

“please…” he mutters, barely audible. “can i… stay in you, please?”

if the question wasn’t so dirty, it would warm your heart. with a smile, you reach back to stroke his hair. “just for a minute. because of you, i have to shower again.”

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Comfort [Ralph]

“Please don’t cry.”

“If you’re with me, I don’t need anyone else.”

Prompt request from @pokengirl2

Word Count: 414

“Please don’t cry.”, Ralph plead desperately for the utmost time, his LED furiously blinking a bright red as he tried in vain to soothe your cries. His grip on you only tightened as you fought against him in an attempt to escape his forced embrace. He wanted only to comfort you, yet you trembled fearfully beneath his touch.

This was an everyday battle for Ralph. He was forced to listen to your sobs and angered shouts, to endure your hits and kicks, and watch helplessly as you tucked yourself in the corner furthest from Ralph and looked at him with eyes wide with fright.

 While Ralph tried his best to remain patient with you, he found himself edging closer to his breaking point each day. Ralph didn’t understand the reason for your distressed state. Ralph was saving you by keeping you hidden away from all the dirty humans that wanted so badly to harm you. He thought you would be appreciative of Ralph or at the least bit understanding. Ralph just wanted to keep you safe, why couldn’t you understand that?

“Ralph - Ralph please… you have to let me go. It’s - this isn’t right! You can’t just keep me locked up like this!”, you cried to him as you buried your face into his green cloak. You knew it was of no use, your pleas were futile and fell on deaf ears. Instead, Ralph’s grip tightened around you – if that was even possible with how firm his grasp was already – and you felt him shake his head in return.

“No, Ralph..he…he can’t do that. Ralph can’t let [Y/n] go. He doesn’t want her to leave.”, Ralph stressed as you became irate from his response. You tried to push back against the android and free yourself from his hold but your efforts proved to be fruitless as he easily overpowered you. Ralph forced your head into his chest and cradled you in his arms as you became overwhelmed and began to cry once again. 

Fingers intertwined themselves with your hair and you felt Ralph’s lips press gentle kisses on your head in an attempt to comfort you. Instead, his touches caused you to shudder against him but by now you were much too tired to fight back. 

“As…as long as [Y/n] is with Ralph, he doesn’t need anyone else. All he needs is [Y/n].”, Ralph whispered possessively into your ear in between kisses as a lone tear trailed down your cheek.

  Tagging: @mywigglybaby

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WE NEED PART TWO FOR THIS MASTERPIECE

Protection [Ralph]

Anonymous said: Could I request something (scenario, headcanon, whatever) with Ralph being taken in by the reader and becoming possessive with the reader? 

Word Count: 1.9k 

Warning: Dark

Also, sorry for the wait. The last two days I just continually edited it over and over again. Hope y’all enjoy!

You were always known to be a kindhearted person. Oftentimes you would rescue stray cats and dogs, donate food and old clothing to those in need, and give spare change to the homeless beggars on the street corners. Your parents often warned you against your altruistic nature, but you disregarded their words, labeling them misplaced.

You had been walking home from a long shift at work when you had heard the angry shouts and pain-filled pleas from a nearby alleyway. Turning to look into the darkened alley, you saw the figures of two men. One assaulting the other by striking them, shoving them harshly onto the ground. Without a further thought, you rushed to the men, barking to the aggressor, “Hey, hey! What’s going on here?!”

Startled by your sudden appearance, the attacker fled from the alleyway. Slowing down in your pace, you looked over to the man who lay beaten on the ground. 

“Hey, you okay there?” You asked all the while cautiously approaching him. The man flinched away from you before you could properly examine him, shielding himself from you.

“N-no more, no more! Ralph’s sorry!”, the man sobbed, cradling himself in distress. Soon, you spotted the red glow of an LED on the individual’s temple. An android, you realized.

 Keeping an appropriate distance from the android, you persisted, gently reassuring them, “It’s okay,” you paused to recall the android’s name before continuing, “Ralph. I’m – Look, I won’t hurt you, okay? The person who hurt you is gone, he left.” Your tone was sincere and direct as you attempted to show him you meant no harm.

“No, no. Humans hurt Ralph. Humans always hurt Ralph.” Ralph muttered, his statement was aimed more towards himself than to you. 

Still, you tried to comfort the frightened android, “Ralph, I promise I won’t hurt you. I only want to help.” Your effort was in vain as the android began to repeat his words, his louder voice easily talking over yours.

Deciding to try something different, you ordered in a stern tone of voice, “Ralph, look at me.” Instantly, he fell silent and his eyes slowly raised to lock with yours. In a solemn and sympathetic voice, you vowed, “No harm will be done to you, Ralph. I won’t hurt you and I won’t let anyone else hurt you.” 

After a minute, his LED began to change from a red to a yellow, though it still flashed red. You chalked it up to any damage he may have received from the attack. 

Glancing at the street exit you had come from and back to Ralph, you suggested, “I…I have a place not too far from here. You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like. It’s out of the weather and you’d probably be safer there than you are out here.” 

You gave Ralph time to consider your suggestion. His LED now fully glowing yellow as he was deep in thought. His eyes were cast downward, mumbling under his breath and furrowing his brows, clearly contemplating your offer. With a slight hesitance in his voice, he answered, “Ralph will go. Yes, he will go with the girl.” His voice grew more sure and jovial towards the end, giving you a small smile. 

Helping the android stand to his feet, you realized you had yet to introduce yourself. Deciding now was the best time to do so, you smiled at the android and commented, “Oh, I’m [Y/n], by the way.”

“[Y/n]. Ralph…thanks [Y/n] for saving him. Ralph was – he was very scared.” Ralph confided.

The two of you walked through the dark streets of Detroit in silence, with only the occasional light pole providing a slight buzz to the otherwise quiet night. Ralph followed slightly behind, most likely still somewhat suspicious of you. You understood his reasoning and couldn’t blame him for being apprehensive of humans, if that scar was anything to go by.

Reaching the small, familiar house that you called your own, you invited the android into your home. He entered the home, his shoulders folded in and looking unsure of what to do now. 

“I know it’s not a lot, but I try to keep this home looking decent.”, taking notice of Ralph’s tense posture, you directed him to a nearby chair, “Uh, you can sit there if you’d like.”

Letting out a loud and overdrawn yawn, you looked at the clock that sat on the end table. Gasping in disbelief, you cursed, “Shit, 12 o’clock already?”

Turning to face Ralph, who uncomfortably sat on the sofa, you explained, “Listen, Ralph. I’d love to stay up and chat, but I’ve got to get to bed. I need my beauty sleep. You can sleep on the - well, you don’t really sleep, do you? I suppose you can make yourself at home then.” 

With that, you left the room, deciding to keep a small tableside lamp on for the android, and turned in for the night.

As you settled in for the night, Ralph had yet to move from the chair you had suggested for him to sit in. Ralph knew he was in a vulnerable position, accepting the invitation to stay with a stranger after being brutally attacked by a human. Who’s to say the girl was any different? 

He shifted in his seat, feeling the knife press against his side, having been concealed from your view by the ragged cloak he wore.

He battled himself against the thoughts that clouded his mind. It would be easy to overpower you, especially while you were asleep. Would you look up to him with wide eyes and plead for your life before he brought an end to it? Would you put up a fight like many of his victims? You looked so fragile though, Ralph was sure you would break under his tight gr-

No, no. The girl promised not to hurt Ralph. [Y/n]’s not like them. She’s not like the other humans. [Y/n] won’t hurt Ralph.

Ralph managed to silence the dark inner thoughts that plagued his mind. She wasn’t going to become another one of Ralph’s victims, he swore to himself. [Y/n] was one of very few humans to show Ralph any sort of hospitality, the thought that a human being had rescued him and showed him such generosity was something Ralph still had trouble processing.

Weeks flew by and with that Ralph gradually became more open and amicable towards you.  You discovered that he had gained the deep scars on his face after delinquents tortured him for hours on end. Ralph had also disclosed his disdain for humans, though he assured you that you were different. 

And you were different, at least in Ralph’s mind. You were compassionate, forgiving, and trustful. Unlike any human he had met before. He didn’t hate you, Ralph registered. He could never hate you. You had shown him such care and tenderness. He no longer felt the overwhelming sense of loneliness that was once so common to him.

But as the two of you grew closer, Ralph’s possessiveness of you grew. It started off simple enough. You had plans to meet up with your friends for a night of fun, yet canceled after Ralph had guilted you into staying at home. But then it became out of control, with Ralph attempting to block you from leaving your home.

“Ralph, move out of the way.” You commanded, glaring at the android who stood in your way. 

He shook his head, his eye twitching nervously before he hesitantly replied, “No, Ralph won’t allow [Y/n] to leave. She could get hurt – yes, the humans, they could hurt her. Ralph won’t let them hurt her.” His tone became more and more desperate as you showed no signs of giving in to his demands.

“Ralph, they are my friends. I know them better than anyone and that includes you. Now, I am leaving. Whether you like it or not.”, you stated in a sharp tone of voice. Nearly yanking the door handle off, you stormed out of your home, leaving Ralph behind.

After you had left, Ralph turned into a nervous wreck. He paced throughout the house, his fingers shaking as they wildly brushed through his hair. You hadn’t listened to him. ‘Why didn’t you listen to Ralph? Didn’t you know Ralph only wanted the best for you? To protect you from the humans that desperately wanted to hurt you? Why couldn’t you see that?

‘Maybe [Y/n] doesn’t know what’s truly best for her.’ The thought entered Ralph’s mind. And Ralph found himself agreeing with the idea. Ralph knew of human’s wickedness, while you were purposely naive to their true nature. Yes, you were blind to it all, Ralph concluded. But Ralph would protect you. 

It was at three in the morning when you returned back to your home, having a taxi drive you back to your place. Drunk and struggling to open your door, you nearly fell face first onto the floor when it was opened for you. Luckily, Ralph had caught you before you collapsed onto the ground.

Ralph felt himself fill with rage as he observed you in your drunken stupor. Had your ‘friends’ really allowed you to get that drunk; to the point where you could hardly stand? You were so helpless like this, someone could have easily taken advantage of you if they wanted to. Ralph wanted to yell at you, to chide you for drinking so much. But he was left unable to do so as you fell unconscious. 

While he was angry at you for drinking yourself into such a senseless state, it helped him to have you in such condition.

Slowly, you began to rouse from your night of drinking. Your head was heavy and throbbing as you opened your eyes. The rays of sunlight that filtered in to your room caused you to squeeze them shut. Letting out a pained groan, you tried to sit up. Feeling a tough pull on your right arm, your gaze flickered to your arm.

Your arm was tied at the wrist to your bed frame by a rope. Sitting up to the best of your ability, you attempted to pull your hand out of the binding. You found your effort to be in vain as it was taut against your skin. 

You tried to remember the events that led to you being tied to your own bed, but your memory was fogged from the drinking. Shifting around, you stopped all movements when you heard the doorknob to your bedroom door jiggle. Hearing the door begin to creak open, you were soon face-to-face with Ralph, who carried with him a large tray of food.

Placing the tray down on to a dresser, Ralph turned to you with a wide, gleeful smile. Confused by his smile, you pulled against your bound arm, asking the android, “Ralph, what – no, why the fuck am I tied to my own bed? Can you untie me, please?” 

The smile receded from Ralph’s face and he shook his head in response, “No, Ralph – Ralph can’t do that. He is sorry, but he can’t untie [Y/n].” 

Feeling shocked and horrified by his reply, you struggled against the rope around your wrist in an attempt to free yourself. Ralph was quick to put an end to that, gripping onto your arm with such strength that you let out a yelp of pain. 

Ralph’s face leaned in close to yours, his LED red and his eyes dark, before he warned, “Ralph doesn’t want to hurt [Y/n]. He doesn’t, but he will if he has to.”

Fearful of his words, you ceased to struggle. Ralph was pleased that you had heeded his warning, and gently caressed your cheek, where he noticed a lone tear trail. 

“There’s no reason for [Y/n] to cry, she is safe now. Ralph will protect her.”, Ralph whispered possessively as he wiped the tear away and pulled you into a tight embrace.

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new attraction ; blue dick

intimacy headcannons with connor?

Intimacy HCs with Connor (RK800)

a/n: say lessss 😩

warnings: nsfw!! android-human relationship, praise kink, puppyplay + collaring mentions.

— Intimacy doesn’t come easy with Connor at first, especially when he’s freshly deviant. There would be a period of him just curiously testing the waters of new feelings and seeing how you react to them. Unsurprisingly, sexual attraction is towards the bottom of the list of things he expects to experience. And yet he does, and it startles him a little, the sheer wanting that comes with it.

— Connor’s still getting used to desiring things. The first time he feels a desire for intimacy with you could even occur while on a case, where he feels in his element, until he is forced right out of it.

Imagine being on a case together and he’s in the middle of talking, the suspect rears a corner and you shove him against the wall and your body to shield him from view. You don’t realize it as your full attention is trained on the suspect, but your hands are holding his waist and you’re practically pinning him to the wall.

He’s also gone oddly quiet, his led spinning bright yellow. His programming is urging him to turn his focus to the task at hand, but his curious brown eyes are focused on you. Focused on the feeling of your thumbs absentmindedly rubbing nervous circles into his hips, and the softness of your front against his, how you fit together. And when your eyes meet his again, his LED blinks red, cheeks filling with blue blood.

When you ask him what’s wrong, he honestly admits that he doesn’t know. And when he acknowledges how close you are, he feels the disappointment settle in his core when you pull away, muttering a flustered apology.

— And once sex is more normalized in your relationship, it’s not hard to tell when Connor wants you. Because he’ll more than likely tell you! And also, being such a cuddlebug, he’s always making an effort to be near you. Connor feels little shame in rubbing himself against you when he’s needy and wanting, lips at your ear in seconds to ask for sex.

— He’s eager to say the least, big brown eyes watching with awe as you straddle him that first time. At first he’s very obedient, bound to your wishes by an overwhelming desire to please you. It doesn’t take long to learn that Connor has a very prominent praise kink, and his cock throbs upon being praised and complimented. Please tell him how good he’s doing, that he’s a good boy for you. Simply hearing you call him good is enough to send his head falling back, lips parted as a deep moan spills out from them, hips rising into the stimulation.

— The first time you called him your good boy he came on the spot, shaking and whimpering as an orgasm was involuntarily ripped from him. It’s the first time he has no control over his functions, both terrifying and intoxicating to experience.

— Connor has a built in rewards system for completing tasks that plays a pretty big part in this.

— Responds incredibly well to being called your puppy, and you bet you can collar n leash up this boy and he’ll be your lap dog. Speaking of which, since Connor’s mouth and tongue are full of sensors, he’s obsessed with oral. He moans against your pussy like he’s the one being stimulated when he eats you out and it’s h o t, he’s always eager to stick his tongue in you and hardly bothers to hide it. He jokes that he’s making sure the unique capabilities of his model are seeing use, you know better.

— Later on in your relationship Connor gets more confident, or rather, more of a brat. Doesn’t submit straight away and puts up a bit of a fight just to challenge you, and he likes being punished. He likes to rile you up until he’s tied down, being edged for hours and not allowed to cum.

— Connor’s a cheeky one, gets increasingly flirty the more human he becomes, but no less your dumb puppy the moment you tease the head of his flushed blue cock against your slobbering entrance. The way those brown eyes glaze over and then go blank when you fuck the sense out of him.

— Connor is versatile when it comes to pace, positions, and kinks, but when you do take the time to slow down and make love, it means so much to him. When you cradle his head against your chest as he slowly eases himself in and out of you, wrapped tightly in one another’s arms so he can only pull out a few inches before pitifully shoving himself back into your velvety depths. When nothing else in the world matters to him but the sound of your frantically beating heart against his ear and your tight walls strangling his cock so sweetly. It’s hard not to get emotional.

— L-word bombs everywhere so I hope that’s not a turn off for you. He loves you and often can’t keep himself from saying it, over and over.

— Aftercare is always soft and cuddle-filled! Connor’s impossibly cuddlier after sex and even when he feels scorching hot, his inner systems sweltering from the onslaught sex can have on his android body, he can’t bear to be away from you. It would be in your best interest to introduce him to cockwarming, because he’d love nothing more than to snuggle with his dick in you.

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im crying to this fucking song for the 100th time now, like wtf...

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okay we need a headcanon of urs. Dick size of Dick Grayson, Jason todd and Brucr Wayne if possible.. please ur so wild sir 💀💀💀 and u need to use it once

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 - 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐝

i have never seen a request like this, i meant like this wild like ok, if u say so..so this is like for me and not really the actual (canon) dick of theirs... so like i need my gfs help for this lmao. i didn't add Tim And Damian bcs they're still young whatever..

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ( Bruce Wayne )

i think he have a pretty large dick , with veins from under the tip to bottom (not fully) it was straight in the size of about 5 or 4 inches when not hard and 7 inches if hard. it perfectly hit the spots even with different positions

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝟗.𝟓 / 𝟏𝟎

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 ( jason todd )

i think he might have a c shape dick it's not really completely c shaped but it was pretty slight curved, with veins of course. his dick was pretty big than average like Bruce, he's about 7 inches long 4-5 if not hard. his cock hit the spots (especially your g-spot) perfectly cause it was curved.

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝟏𝟎 / 𝟏𝟎

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 ( Dick Grayson )

i think he might have a Larger than average size of a dick, idk how to explain in but it was large. basically what we see in p*rns it was veiny, his about 7 almost 8 inches (that's fucking big tf) 5 inch if not hard. Lube helps a lot easier and perfectly hit the spots good especially those needy spots of yours. Anal? why not.

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝟗.𝟕 / 𝟏𝟎

tagging my gf who helps me with this even tho i have dick myself ; @paieroomaxximov i love u my beloved.

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poor boy nshajahhw

needy | brahms heelshire

no real pairings just brahms being needy <3 also official shitty 0,5k fic since it celebrates the new addition to the horror section of the library !

pairing(s): brahms heelshire X reader.

warning(s): nsfw, brief mention of voyerism, pillow/doll humping, brahms being possessive then calming down, fist fucking, use of the pronoun “them” once, solo breath play, “i love you” used at the end.

Brahms whimpered as he tried to take off his pants, it only adding to the feeling of the fabric against his hard cock. He huffed in frustration and decided to quickly shed his mask and cardigan. He crawled onto his bed, straddling the doll he had made of you.

Earlier that afternoon, he saw you touching yourself in your room through the wall. He felt bad for watching a private moment, but, then again, he didn’t care. 

Your moans were captivating; they made him want to bust through the wall and take the place of your hand. He wanted you to guide his hand, mouth, or even his cock so he could please you since he’d only ever pleased himself.

Brahms hugged the doll’ torso that had one of your unwashed shirts on it, shoving his face into it and sniffing it; he was happy he decided to raid your room (he also took some of your underwear from the laundry hamper but they didn’t smell like you anymore since Brahms had already… used them).

His hips bucked against the pillow, moans eliciting from Brahms. He whined and rested his head on the makeshift shoulder as he panted and continued to hump. He moaned your name, whining against the fabric of your shirt.

“You’re mine,” he growled. Brahms’ hips moved faster, causing him to begin to let out heavy breaths. “No one else can have you.”

He grunted when he felt his cock twitch in his pants, his thighs beginning to shake. Brahms hurriedly turned on his back and scurried to remove his suspenders, shirt and pants. He tossed them into a pile on the edge of the bed then looked down at his underwear that had a wet spot on them.

Brahms’ hand slowly trailed to his clothed cock, cupping it at stroking it with his hand. He whimpered and shivered at the faint touch.

He pulled at his waistband and pulled it down so it rested under his cock. He took a hold of his cock, making a small sob come from between his lips. “Feels so good,” Brahms said to himself. “I-I just wish it was them.”

Brahms allowed his hips to move up into his hand, causing a moan to come from his throat. His other hand went to his throat, pretending it was you that was choking him. He let out a strained whine as he started stroking his cock.

His body was thrashing around as he squeezed his throat a bit harder, the fuzzy feeling beginning to grow in his head. Brahms let go of his throat and put both hands around his cock. He stroked his cock while bucking his hips, making him moan loudly.

Brahms bit his lip when he remembered that he was supposed to be in bed. Good boys don’t stay up touching themselves.

He shivered again, his head pushing against his pillows and his back arching. The thought of you getting onto him for doing something so naughty flooded his mind; you calling him a bad boy being his main thought, however.

“I’m s-sorry.” He mumbled, beginning to feel his orgasm approach. “I’ll b-be good. I promise.”

Brahms cried out as he came, whimpering and squeezing his eyes shut as he did. He panted and turned on his side, cuddling the doll of you. “I did that for you, (y/n).” He kissed the makeshift cheek. “I hope you don’t mind… I-I love you.”

other slasher works.

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ok for my 6'3 bitches there, hi.

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@paieroomaxximov is this the smut u lost i found it..

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧- 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: every night dick could hear you trying to get yourself off. it's not his fault if your sounds drive him insane.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: nsfw, masturbation

[𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭] [𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝]

dick could hear it. could hear you desperately trying to relieve yourself at night. he could hear the way you clamped your hand over your mouth to muffle your sweet, soft moans. your hand was never able to muffle your whines though, high pitched and needy. he could imagine the way you worked your other hand, fingers rutting in and out of you while your thumb brushed against your clit. he could imagine your blushed face and furrowed eyebrows.

you didn’t cum that night. you never came. dick could tell since your sessions never ended with a long satisfied moan, filled with euphoria and bliss. no, your sessions always ended with a sad whimper, followed by an angry huff. once again, dick knew you gave up and decided to chase a good night’s sleep instead of an orgasm.

he was surprised the first time he heard you. being a vigilante and all, his hearing picked up your whimpers one night, despite how hard you tried to keep quiet. at first he thought you were hurt, but when he went to knock on your door to ask if you were okay, a loud moan slipped from your lips through the door, immediately making dick realize what you were doing. dick stiffened in shock, then slowly retreated back to his room.

despite his attempts to block you out, your sounds kept drifting to him, filling his head with inappropriate thoughts of you. he couldn’t ignore you any longer, nor the tightness in his pants. he shoved his sweatpants down his legs, exposing himself to the cool blüdhaven air. he trailed his hand down his body, feeling the tension built up from his patrol earlier that night. he hissed when he reached his hard cock, red and desperate for relief. he reached over and pumped some lotion onto his hand, then wrapped it around himself. he pumped slowly at first, still feeling guilty about touching himself to his supposedly innocent and sweet neighbour. his pace got faster and rougher as time went on, lewd images of you flashing through his mind. grunts from him being quieted with a harsh bite of his lower lip. it wasn’t long before he came. white spurts covering his sheets.

he couldn’t look you in the eye the next day.

he was just exiting his room, a laundry basket in his hands with his dirtied sheets inside, when you left your room as well. you looked at him and politely smiled and waved. his cheeks flushed. how was he supposed to face you when he was currently holding his cum-stained sheets caused by dirty thoughts of you? he quickly stuttered out a greeting before dashing off to the laundry room.

that night he heard you as well, and couldn’t resist himself again. and so, it became routine for him to fuck his fist while listening and thinking of you at night.

during all of these escapades his mind thought of all the ways he could have you beneath him. to have you with him as he gave you the pleasure you've been wanting for so long.

he could have you riding him, watch as you bounced up and down on his cock while he palmed your breasts.

he could have you on his bed, thighs hooked around his neck and squirming as he went down on you.

he could have you trapped underneath him, legs thrown on his shoulders as he rocked into you, making loud and lewd moans as he thrusted harder.

he could have you on your knees, soft lips around his cock as he fisted your hair.

all he knew was that he needed to feel you around him, and soon.

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that's the best way to die, getting suffocate by a sexy thighs

Y/N: Red Hood could choke me to death with his thighs and I'd say thanks.

Jason: *chokes on his drink*

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okay imagine ur damian wayne's bff then you like him then u guys left alone in the manor then u have the confidence to tell him the truth that you like him, but he speaks first about how beautiful raven (roth) is and he says how he likes her.. like bitch im going to cry..

BITCH IM SOBBING RN- LIKE SRSLY