Okay, but Greta was so fucking stupid for killing Brahms. Like, he killed for her, he begged her to stay, I would've IMMEDIATELY FOLDED as soon as he said he'd be a good boy. Like, he's literally a grizzly bear, he's probs like 6'0"+ oh my god, like, dude he's actually so fucking strong, bad example but it's so hard to lift someone up off the bound and pin them to the wall with just two hands like, bro-
I think any Brahms fan will appreciate this on Valentine's Day :]
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The slashers with a scantily clad s/o? Not to provoke, he's just hot and that's why he's shirtless (or pants) and with short pants (or short shirt) and he goes out like that without caring much since they're only with them ( I prefer Jason and Billy Lenz but he puts Whoever you want)
Gracias y que la pases bonito š
a/n: this sounded so cute to me. half of these are a little sexy tho, because. i mean billyās here, you know how it goes
Slashers with a scantily clad masc!s/o during summer! [softcore!nsfw]
featured slashers: billy lenz, jason vorhees, thomas hewitt, & brahms heelshire
billy lenz :
you were playing a dangerous game. billy was a repressed, easily aroused, constantly horny rat, and here you were, walking around like a slutty piece of cheese.
you didnāt do it on purpose, though. you had never been with someone so easily riled up. plus, it was so fucking hot. of course youāre gonna be wearing nothing but some tight boyshorts. you were sweating like a piggy, splaying yourself out on any cool surface you could find, dying of heat. you didnāt have time to think about how delectable you looked to your boyfriend.
billy would wear his sweater and jeans in the middle of a desert. he didnāt care about heat at all. so in comparison to him, you were naked. and he liked it. he liked that he had a free pass to stare at your body all the time. your chest, your tummy, your thighs, your cute butt, your bulgeā¦ it made his mouth water. every time you walked by him, complaining about the heat, he wanted to jump your bones.
he did. frequently. during summer, at least three times a day he was on top of you, lusting over every part of your body. his favourite was when you were laying in front of the fan, and he was rutting against your thigh like a bitch in heat. you were so warm you didnāt even pay attention to him. it stung in an arousing way.
you also always heard his cat calling. from the second youād step out of a cold shower and start going about your day in your shorts and nothing else, youād hear him. āslutty piggy. trying to tease, billy, trying to make him act upā¦ such a handsome piggy, so handsome, wanna fuck himā¦ wanna fuck him into the floorā¦ iāll cool you off - cool you off with my cum! cum all over your face.ā
needless to say, he enjoyed summertime more with you around.
jason vorhees :
YOUāRE EMBARRASSING THE BOY
to be fair, jason was the same way during summer. usually he was just wearing some baggy shorts and nothing else. it was too hot even for him. but for some reason, it was different when you did it.
when you walked out of the house and into the sun, going to go check on him in the garden, and he saw your glistening body wearing one of his t-shirts and seemingly nothing else - oh, he couldnāt even look at you.
it confused you at first. he was dramatic with the way heād avoid eye contact. youād be talking to him, asking about the flowers he had been planting, and heād be looking everywhere but at you. youād get closer, pressing your frame up against his large body, and heād be practically trembling. he couldnāt help it. he was a sheltered guy, you were his first boyfriend, and you were so perfect.
that being said, as much as he was embarrassed, he was also concerned. it was so hot. heād fill up a kiddy pool outside with cold water and make you sit in it, despite it making his heart beat ten times too fast. when you laid back in the pool, in just some loose swim trunks, he couldnāt keep his eyes away. it was so hard to pull them off of you.
he liked those days most. the way the water shone off of your body, and the way you relaxed into the coolness of it, it made him happy and a little horny. happy to be able to help you find some relief in this overbearing heat, horny because he wanted to remove that last bit of clothing you wore and go to town on you. sometimes heād come find you, and press his face into your wet chest, and use it to cool off before getting back to work. it was the only affection he could handle while you were looking so sweet.
thomas hewitt :
he honestly didnāt think much of it. shit was hot as all sin. he got down and naked with you, are you kidding? texas was hell during the summer, and he wasnāt about to suffer just because he felt nervous being around you while half-naked.
you were much newer to all this heat, though. often times you couldnāt stand to be in anything but some tight shorts. youād be sweating and complaining, cursing at the sun gods. heād be wearing some loose sweats and a tight tank top, that was practically drenched in sweat from him doing all the house chores for the family.
it was you who was embarrassed. the way his muscles sheened with sweat, the way his hair matted to his forehead, the way he panted hot under the mask, the way he looked at you whenever he had a chance to - it made you so flustered.
heād come and find you on breaks. heād check in on you, feeling up your forehead and making you chug as much water as he could. youād do the same, but he already knew all the tricks to keep cool. you didnāt. heād hug his body close to yours, almost like he was trying to use his large frame to give you shade. it was so sweet.
at the end of the day, when the cold of the desert began to set in, heād make you sit with him out on the porch. heād have you right on his lap, his head resting on the top of yours, and heād be stroking over your bare arms and thighs. he was like a big teddy bear when he wanted to be. you guys would share an ice tea out there, and youād tell him about all the bugs you saw that day. heād just listen and revel in the cool night air, and how good you felt against him.
if it was any other day, heād be red in the face and barely able to contain himself, but it was too hot to over-sexualize you. he was just happy you werenāt dying of heat stroke.
brahms heelshire :
hands everywhere. he is a grabby bitch. he has not seen a body, especially a manās body, in a very long time. most of the nannyās he got were women, and then you were there, with your masculine frame and your nice chest and your cute smile andā¦
he couldnāt keep his hands off of you. this is a man that will wear his sweater until the day he dies, he refuses to take the mask off, and he just hasnāt had a lot of experience with the naked body. so, you strolling through the house in nothing but your underwear - it made him very excited.
heād find you wherever you were, and watch you for a bit. youād see him out of the corner of your eye while you made lemonade, or youād notice his figure in a window while you sat outside watering the plants. for a long time, all heād do is stare, and take in every curve and detail.
that wasnāt enough, though. at some point, observing from a distance became a more physical study.
you often found yourself in the living room, as it was one of the colder rooms of the house. while you laid across the couch, listening to a random record, heād be right there, laying on top of you. usually, heād have his head down against your chest, listening to your heart beat. it was different when the clothes werenāt there, he could really feel your skin bobbing up and down. along with that, his fingers would be trailing over any inch of skin he could get. he was memorizing it all.
if his mask was off, you could see how focused he was. he needed to be. he needed to gather all this information for later, when he laid in bed and fantasized about that bare body against his in other ways. he was too embarrassed to think of those things while you were present. but the second you were goneā¦ he was day dreaming about all the ways he could feel your skin on his, and what it would taste like if he ran his tongue over it. he couldnāt help it.
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