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"I'm sorry mama, some people just have no respect."

Bo Sinclair from House of Wax 2005, commission for ThatTentayena (@ twitter)

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I'm so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth yall I'll try to write some stuff but no promises 😭

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Another lazy paint :3

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maladaptive daydreaming all alone, handsome?

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Hello lovelies I haven't forgotten about your asks!! I'm just busy with school atm

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Commission!

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Send some requests my way!!

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That one frame of Bo Sinclair my beloved

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hi I’d really like to join your discord server but it says the link has expired/doesn’t work anymore.. could you please post a new one? thanks

My apologies, of course lovely!!

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Most of all, be kind. Kindness costs nothing and means everything.

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Merry Christmas (it's September)

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Would you be willing to write a short-story involving cnc with Brahms? (totally okay if you’re not comfortable with the concept!!)🫶🏼

Ohoho yes I can!!

Tw: f!reader, consensual-nonconsent, dubious consent, biting, primal play, general roughness.

"Ok Brahms, remember the safeword. What is it?"

"Lavender." He says quietly.

"Good boy."

You don't remember how it started, perhaps it was you two playing hide and go seek, or from him purposely scaring you every second you got. You knew he loved preying upon you, for someone so submissive he can get into a predator roll quite well. One thing turned into another, and you wanted to try cnc.

You told Brahms, "don't go light on me. I want you to do whatever you want- despite anything I might say. But when I say lavender, promise me you'll be a good boy and stop?"

"Mmm- yes ma'am.." He said, already lost in thought.

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It was pitch black all throughout the manor, with some of the windows open during a rainstorm to gather more atmosphere. Here you were, hidden under your and Brahms shared bed. You know he had been watching from within the walls, so why isnt he coming now, you wondered. Peeking from out under the bed, you look around squinting in the darkness. Huh. Maybe this was too much for him?

It had dawned on you that this might be stepping over boundaries for him, but the way his eyes lit up at the idea and his quick nods in agreement say otherwise.

Quietly, you slither out from under the bed. You place one foot on the floor and push yourself up, trying to keep the creaking to a minimum. You slowly tip toe your way to the door and open it, taking a glance behind you once more. You begin to walk out of the room and are met with a lean yet very sturdy- and hairy chest.

"Oof- uh oh." You look up to see his eyes pitch black behind the mask and squeal, running to the other end of the bed before he can catch you. You will never get used to how quiet and patient he can be, you were under the bed for damn near 10 minutes, was he waiting this whole time?

He slowly stalks over to you, placing his large hands on the bed, leaning his weight against them. His hands sink into the mattress. You try to bait and switch him and run right, he takes the chance running over to your side. You turn back left and run over the mattress and as you jump off, a muscular arm snakes its way around your waist- just under your breasts. You're kicking and flailing to get away, when that proves to be useless you pretend to be tired out, going lax against the 6'3" beast. He begins to carry you to the closet where one of his hideaway doors are, and you catch him off guard with a bite to his forearm.

He hisses and let's go, you scramble to your feet and run for the door. He's quick, you can feel his fingers graze your back but you're just enough out of reach.

Running through the hall, you debate on going to the storage room, or downstairs to the kitchen. Quickly you make up your mind and head downstairs, with him trailing not far behind you. Panting, you race to the island and gain distance between yourselves once more. But he's so fast- he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you into the wall. All the air within you is pushed out as you slide down the wall, he grabs your neck pulling you up. You can feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion- or maybe excitement? You groan and he releases his grasp on your wrist, pushing you so that your face is now against the wall and he's pushed squarely against your back.

You hear the familiar sound of his mask being tossed onto the island and before you know it, his fangs are dug into your neck. You yelp out, "Brahms- ah.. easy now.."

All he does is grunt and grab your hands within one of his own, pinning them above your head. He's learnt so much in the short amount of time of you teaching him to harness his dominance.

With the other hand he's quickly unbuttoning your pants, you squirm against him feeling his cock twitch against your ass. He pushes his hips forward, pinning you down from any further movement.

"Brahms- ah.. wait, please don't.." you beg.

He pauses, his thoughts becoming very confusing. On one hand he'll get punished for not listening to you, but on the other you're begging is like music to his ears. He flips you back over and crashes his lips into yours. In one fluid movement he yanks your shorts off of your hips.

"Please- wait.. don't be so- so rough!" He bites down on your neck once more and you squeal out in pleasure.

He hikes up one of your legs, and forces himself in with one fluid movement. You cry out, and he hushes your noises with another aggressive kiss. You know your lips are going to be swollen tomorrow.

The snaps of his hips are punishing, his hand twisted in your hair is aggressive and the way he has his other hand around your thigh is soaking his cock with how wet you are. You can feel the bruises forming now, its almost as if he's getting back at you for the times you scolded him or denied him his pleasure and release.

"Say my name." He growls into your ear.

"B-brahmsy..." His hand tightens around your hair, yanking your head up to look at him. "Say. My. Name." He enunciates each word with a thrust that has you seeing stars.

"Brahms... please, I'm sore-"

He hits harder and deeper. You're lightheaded, beyond aroused and teetering on your own orgasm. Then it hits you, your leg goes weak and you slide down the wall. He follows you, his cock still deep within you. He continues snapping his hips into yours with you laying on the cold porcelain floor.

"Ah... brahms.. lavender!"

He stops instantly. Looking you over he begins to scan your body for any signs of injury. He whines and nudges his face into the crook of your neck. You're rubbing his back and giggling.

"God.. that was- so so hot." You feel him snort against your neck.

"Mmm- you ok?" He looks into your eyes.

"Yes Brahmsy, I'm ok." You grab his face in between your hands and kiss him gently.

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Hi this is jigsaw. last week in starbucks you did a gross fucking burp that put me off my panini. In front of you is a panini press. You will notice also, that your dick is out,

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the decline of practical effects in horror movies is one of the greatest tragedies of our time. we need to make horror wetter and more organic again.

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i wanna… sex

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One Month (part 3 of/?)

Hellooo again! It's been long enough I think its time to bring in some interesting themes 😌

Warnings: I re-read these but I'm a novice writer, mentions of f!reader, this specific fic will have somnophilia/dubcon, voyeurism and just general nsfw things. Enjoy!

It was around midnight, and you were feeling restless. Perhaps it was from the rising feeling that you aren't alone, or the creaks you hear at night. Probably both. You lay in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if you were the star of a new age slasher movie. Pfft, you shake your head. Let's go have a shower to wash away these thoughts.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom, for some reason you tread lightly like you don't want to wake someone up. Maybe these past few weeks had you convinced that Brahms was a real boy.

Starting the shower, you wait for it to warm up and slowly de-robe yourself. You shiver, the slightly chilly room coupled with the thoughts that someone may have their eyes on you causing a reaction within yourself.

Brahms:

He watched you through a hole residing in the wall. He could feel himself begin to harden noticing your stunning body. God, you looked so soft and pliable, he wondered what it would be like to hold you- and to fuck you. You slowly made your way to the tub, getting in and sighing as the hot water warmed you up. He watched the droplets roll down your curvy features, now palming his cock through his pants.

A small groan leaves him, he can't remember a time where he was so aroused before. Being left alone to your own devices often meant you'd get used to this pent up desire to fuck someone silly, simply by reacting to those said desires through self pleasure. He never got to try, but seeing you now has his mind wandering at the thought of how tight you may be. He wasn't an expert in sex by any means, but he did know things anatomically. Granted, the few spicy novels and magazines helped him paint himself a bright picture of what it would feel like.

He eyes you carefully as you wash your hair, your back slightly arching to accommodate the lengthening of your arms. He begun to stroke his cock in his pants, feeling that familiar pressure build up. He stops himself, slowing his hand so he doesn't cum. Not yet. He wants to save all of his cum for (Y/N).

You start lathering your body with body wash, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as your hands roam your body. God how he wishes that could be him right now, but soon. He just has to wait for you to fall asleep.

He bangs his fist on the wall behind him, and that makes you practically jump out of your skin. A small smirk creeps on his lips as he watches your wide eyed expression.

Y/N:

You squeal at the loud bang that was heard, nearly making you fall out of the tub. You look around abruptly, slowly kneeling down to hold your chest to your knees. "H-hello?... is anyone there?" Your voice quivers. Silence. You finally notice you've been holding your breath, so you take a big gulp. Shakily you get up and quickly wrap a towel around yourself.

"Helloooo?" You sigh, it's probably just the old plumbing.

You make your way back to your bedroom, being sure to do double takes behind yourself. Laying in bed with the covers up by your face you can't help but make people out of the shadows and darkened clothing on the chair in your room.

Eventually you begin to doze off, it was probably really late anyway. Surely it's just an old house..

Brahms:

He watched you sleep peacefully, and carefully he steps into the room trying to keep the noise to a minimum. He stands above your sleeping form taking you all in. He never will get tired of this, watching you sleep so beautifully with a slight snore.

Tentatively he reaches out and brushes your hair out of your face. His fingertips burn hot as they graze against your cheek. Holding his breath he trails down your jawline to the side of your neck. You squirm a little which causes him to freeze up.

You settle back down and he continues up your arm, dragging your tank top strap down. Cautiously he places a kiss on your shoulder with his mask, taking a big breath in to get your scent. You smelt of water lilies and vanilla, with a mix of coconut. You smelt amazing.

He continues down your arm, flowing onto your side now. He couldn't help it, he lightly pinched a bit of your chubby belly, wishing he could just bury his face into it. He resumes tracing his fingers down your hip and over the swell of your thigh. Hesitantly he grabs a handful of your thigh. You fidget a little bit, but get pulled back into your slumber. He's feeling awfully courageous now, so many ideas race through his mind on what he wants to do to you.

He starts by parting your thighs, so that you're now laying on your back splayed out for him. He could practically drool at the heavenly sight beneath him. He noticed you were slightly wet through your underwear, and he groaned at the sight. You shifted again and he froze. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand and went still once more. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Ever so cautiously he puts his right hand next to your right hip to steady himself as he loomed over your much smaller figure. He leans down and places a kiss on your inner thigh, taking in the scent of your arousal. What had gotten you going? Was it from being scared earlier? He grinned at the idea, so his little plaything got off to being scared. Or at least the idea someone was watching her. He licks his lips.

Tentatively he drags his index finger against your slit, eliciting a small moan from you. His head snaps up to catch your lips parting ever so gently, the softest sound he's ever heard escaping your stunning lips. He looks down your chest and notices one of your nipples peeking out from under its confines. He can't help it. He's shaking as he lifts his mask off, and captures your nipple in his mouth.

He supports himself up while he sucks on your nipple slowly, carefully and shyly as to not wake you. He loves the taste of you, slightly salty and a little bit like soap. He continues to rub his finger up and down your slit. Then, you let out a long moan. Shifting from the discomfort of your arousal he freezes. Quickly he latches off of your nipple and escapes to the closest where he was safest.