Wonka

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[pawpurrus]

For all the Brahms Stans that were wondering, here’s how James looked before they added the CGI mask.

[bobateadaydreams]

Willy Wonka Fluff Alphabet (Headcanon)

Pairing: Willy Wonka x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Fluff

A/N: I am in the process of working on a requested Willy Wonka imagine right now. But because of school I was not able to work on it properly. So, until then, I decided to do this fluff alphabet till I can upload that imagine. Just so there is something ya’ll can enjoy until that. I hope you like this! <3 

(I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF)

Weiterlesen

[whenkins-moved]

sweet! | willy wonka

pairing: w.w. + reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: yea ok my mind is filled with nothing but wonka... what about it 🙄 anyways this is my first post here huuuohoh

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The aroma could be detected from just around the block.

Fiddlewhacker’s Gumdrop Shop stood right at the corner of the street, boasting a pink-and-white color scheme for the whole town to recognize. With a rather humble sign that featured a glass jar of gumdrops, the candy store made a decent name for itself amongst the residents. Despite working primarily with gumdrops, a variety of candies and goods were made available to customers. Many would come and go on a daily basis just to explore the wares that were offered; both children and adults alike reveled in the vast collection of sweets. Both small name and top game candymakers could find their sweets sold at Fiddlewhacker’s, for it was the town’s only access to any delectable wonder at all. There would be newcomers, there would be regulars. One thing that remained certain to the town was that a customer never left disappointed.

Employees were few, however, and business was difficult to handle with such a small cast. Fiddlewhacker himself was the manager; he could only hire so many workers that were actually up to the task, after all. It seemed that the overwhelming abundance of candy left many with more cavities than they had started with (some had worn a proud record of “no cavities” on their sleeve before taking the job). It seemed impossible to track down a willing participant who could control their sugar intake.

Enter you- Fiddlewhacker’s prized posession. Never had he met a “youngster” (as he called you) with such vigor and passion for candy. You enjoyed every moment spent stocking shelves, checking inventory, and manning the register. Hell, he was almost sure enough to leave the store in your care after his time was up. But you refused to talk about that.

With only two other workers, you all seemed to do an excellent job at keeping the shop spick and span. Apparently, business was booming enough to grab the attention of those outside the town. Wanderers recommended everyone to stop by the Gumdrop Shop- even hitchhikers. It seemed as though everything about the atmosphere you and your coworkers established was enough to intrigue foreigners; you and Fiddlewhacker accepted them with ease. The cast especially hoped that newcomers would consider moving to the town and applying for a position. You all had the chance to grow and expand, and here it was, handed to you on a silver platter. If only the silver platter had been just a little less than an arm’s reach away.

What with his arrival, the timing couldn’t be better.

»»»

The shop door opens, and a familiar little “ding!” reaches your ears.

You look up from where you’re sweeping (just by the assorted chocolate bars) to see a rather tall gentleman stride in. He’s got a massive black top hat and bug-eyed sunglasses to match. Sporting a- is that real?- bob cut that curved inward just at the jaw, his hair sways with him as he looks swiftly from his left... then to his right... then to you. An unsettling grin grows upon his features to reveal a gorgeous set of pearly whites. Damn, were you envious... but also kinda spooked.

For the brief moment you studied his figure, you took in his rather sharp cheekbones and pale complexion. Tying his look together was an expensive-looking red velvet coat that seemed to be perfectly tailored to his liking. He sure seemed comfy.

“Kiddo, d’you think you could get that customer?” Fiddlewhacker’s voice calls out from the back; he’s been handling a new shipment of licorice twists. The man looks past you, smile faltering slightly, realizing that he had entered right when you were getting ready to close.

“Oh dear,” He looks back at you, a frown finding its way to replace his perfect smile. “Did I come at a bad time?”

You stand your broom up by the nearest corner and dust your hands off excitedly, turning your body to him completely. “Hey, no, no! It’s alright! We’re always welcome to have a customer, even if it’s a minute before closing. How may I help you tonight, sir?”

He looks taken aback, but nonetheless straightens up and smiles widely once more. Reaching up to remove his sunglasses, you’re quite surprised to find that his eyes were strikingly violet. Not just a deep shade of blue, but rather a vivid purple that you would have never expected. Your shock must have been evident, because you feel his stare more than ever and you begin to blush. Shaking it off, you make your way to the counter as his gaze follows your movement while talking.

“Oh, good! See, I heard you guys were nice, but that’s too generous of you. Now, I was only wondering about your employee shortage. I wanted to come see a day of work for myself but it seems like I’m too late! Bummer.” He’s walked to the opposite side of the counter now, folding his hands politely as your folded arms rest inches away. You’re leaning forward, holding onto every word he says. Funny, his voice was a smooth as chocolate...

Once again, you shake such distracting thoughts from your mind. “No worries, sir! You can drop by any other time you’d like. We’re open from 7am to 9pm on days ending in Y.”

And that’s when he knew you were perfect.

You’re smiling, letting the lighthearted joke settle in. Your goal was always to be as inviting and hospitable as you could be, and cracking a stupid joke or two usually put customers at ease. He’s grinning ear to ear, an envied set of teeth displaying itself for the whole shop to see. His eyes light up and crinkle, a sign of a genuine smile.

“That was cute! I liked that. You’re cute!” He happily rushes the words out of him as if he’s been holding onto them forever. His joyful demeanor falls quickly. The man’s face contorts into an expression of concern now, eyebrows furrowing and a downward, contemplative glance at the counter. He had never uttered words like that, ever. To anyone. In his whole life. Not once. So why was he saying them now?

“Oh!” You exclaim, ears and cheeks going pink with embarrassment instantly. “Thank you! You’re quite the charmer yourself!”

And now it was your turn to look down and contemplate regret. Oh wow, that was blunt. Kind of blunt. Yeah, you’ve never told a stranger that before.

A small cough pulls you from your thoughts, escaping what would have been an endless cycle of wonder. The man smiles warmly and gives a little giggle. “He-heh!” He grins, cheeks brushed with the lightest shade of pink. That’s a cute little giggle, you think. You’d never heard someone giggle like that without some creepy intent, but this man just seemed to be so peculiar that a giggle would be perfectly in character for him.

“Well, can I do anything else for you, sir?” He grimaces at the mention of “sir.”

“Ew. Sir makes me sound so old. Call me Willy!” A hand that was previously resting on the table shoots itself out to you, offering a warm shake from a purple leather glove. You stop leaning forward and immediately stand up straight, eyes growing wide with amazement. His poor hand remains jutted out. How could you not notice it before? The curly “W” pin stuck to his shirt collar that matched the very same logo of the chocolate bars you handle every day. The fact that you had never seen him before, and that his demeanor was much too peculiar to be some other wanderer.

“I can’t believe it... you’re Willy Wonka!” You joyously point out. Reaching out to shake his hand, a warmth fills your grasp. Beneath his gloves, there was a good chance his hands were just as smooth as the skin on his face, and they must have been perfect to hold. “How did I not recognize it before? I’m sorry, si-“

“Ah-ah!”

“Right! Willy... well, I can't believe it's you!" The sound of his name off of your lips was the loveliest thing he had ever heard. And that was far from an exaggeration. He wanted you to construct millions of sentences, some saying his name and some not. Whatever you spoke would be smoother than caramel and sweeter than honey, and he would be blessed to be wherever you were, hanging on to every syllable and pause.

"Don't believe it's me, huh? Well..." He retracts his hand and brings it up to his chin, stroking it thoughtfully. Your hand grows cold from the lack of comfort and you're already aching to feel him again. Concentrating on his features as he pondered, you yourself wondered what someone like him would be doing strolling into an established candy shop. He had mentioned wanting to see a day's work... could it be he wanted to help your business? Surely he couldn't see you as a competitor- you were nothing but a humble shop that did its best to share the magic of candy to an adoring few. Your thoughts escape you as he stops his train of thought with a little "yeah!" and focuses on your face.

"What exactly are you doing after work?"

That was not a question you expected to hear. What a surprising man, wasn't he? You glance at the broom you placed in the corner mere minutes ago, concluding that you had finished up cleaning and that Fiddlewhacker would complete his storage work soon.

"Nothing much," You start, eyes finding their way to his and locking his gaze with yours. "Planned on going back home and... falling asleep, really."

He gives a curt nod, adopting a look of seriousness. "Mhm," His finger begins to tap his chin. "Are you, by any chance, scheduled tomorrow morning? Any reason to be up early?"

Shaking your head no, he leans forward ever so slightly, dropping his voice to a clear whisper.

"Wanna see the factory tonight?"

And this is when your ears would shoot up and hearts would take over your eyes if you were a Looney Tunes regular. His request is anything but ordinary; you've been invited to see the fabled factory tonight? Who would deny such an call to wonder? You had just met this Mr. Wonka, and he's offering a personal tour of his beloved empire?

Nodding fervently, you rush to put the broom away. Organizing a candy bag or two that seemed out of place, you finish up quickly and rush to the back. You stop before the doot, about to knock when-

"I heard the whole thing, y'know. I'm done here, leaving soon. I won't need you tomorrow morning- go see that factory!"

Hand coming back down to your side, you give a wide smile and shout back, "Thanks, Mr. Fidds! I'll see you tomorrow afternoon!"

Rushing back to the lobby to find Mr. Wo- Willy waiting, you practically jump into his arms.

"I'd love to! A million times yes!" You exclaim, grabbing your bag and coat. "I'll give you another answer, for good measure: yes."

Willy smirks and feels his heart swell up with joy. You seemed thrilled to have this opportunity, and he was more than thrilled to get to know you better. Not once in all of his chocolatiering days did he believe in a feeling like this.

This felt new, spontaneous, fresh and healthy.

This felt right.

As he held the door open for you to let you out, he takes one last look at the shop. In all of its colors, patterns, and sweets, you seemed to stand out the most. He closes the door and walks by your side. Ready to explain the physics of the glass elevator, he excitedly leads you by the hand just to get there quicker.

Perhaps something could come from this, he thought.

Something that would be everlasting.

Now, wouldn't that be sweet?

[whenkins]

impulsive! | willy wonka

pairing: w.w. + reader

word count: 2k (yowza)

a/n: just another little oneshot aside from the series i'm working on! they're not necessarily related, i just wanted a break from brainstorming huhrhegh

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The silence of the courtyard and its surroundings was inviting.

No sound had ever really been emitted from the factory and its grandeur structure. It was ensured from the beginning that the exterior was completely soundproof, and that the only noise ever emitted was that of the chocolatier himself amplifying his voice over a speaker. Many outside still wondered what really lied within the walls of the factory, for the accounts given from the Ticket Winners were, quite frankly, unbelievable. Not a single reporter, fact checker, conspiracist, or government official believed the words of eight foolish visitors.

To believe that a child was sucked into a fudge-transporting pipe and had been whisked away throughout the pipes of the entire factory was seen as ridiculous.

If your daughter chewed a treacherous piece of gum and inflated to the size of a small house, as blue as the deep see and as rotund as a sports ball, that was nonsensical.

When you lie about specially trained squirrels whisking you away and ungracefully lunging you and your father into a garbage chute piled with three weeks worth of trash, you get scoffed and laughed at.

And no, Mr. Teavee, your fellow teachers will not take the time to "hear you out" and "believe what you have to say" about your son's transportation through... waves and particles?.. to arrive on the screen of a rather small television. Aside from this, they begged him to stop bringing up the fictitious "Oompaland" he so desperately searched for.

News outlets had all believed that the victims' altered appearances were that of a publicity stunt, for they reverted to their normal selves in due time. A couple of showers for the kids and the effects had seemed to wear off. It was pushed that both the children and their parents feigned disappointment for such a wonderful company and its inner workings just to receive a slimy check. Ridiculed for their horridness until the dust settled, the families went on with their routinely lives replaying the moments from the first of that February every now and again.

People were curious about the factory now, more than ever. In fact, there was a slew of reporters that would stand outside the gates every day. Sometimes they would stay for 10 minutes, other times 10 hours. Though it never seemed to bother Mr. Wonka, so you've noticed. The silence of your surroundings was inviting, because it hadn't felt like this for a while.

You had now been standing outside of the gates for just a minute, taking in the intimidating view of the smoking factory. To your left was none other than Charlie Bucket, now the heir of the entire Wonka estate. He followed your gaze and looked up at the smoke from afar, closing his eyes and inhaling the intoxicating scent of chocolate that surrounded you both. The sweet aroma was the only indicator that this was a chocolate factory. Its drab and gloomy structure indicated no such thing.

He looks back up at you, calling your name.

"Hm?"

"Think we should go in now?"

You blink rapidly and shake your head. "Oh, yeah! Didn't realize we've just been.. here. I doubt Wonka would mind."

As you both make your way through the snow, a comfortable small talk takes place. You and Charlie both joke that Will would tease you for standing outside when you could go inside and smell every smell and taste every flavor rather than roaming like lost dogs. Charlie had always enjoyed your presence; he believed you were the perfect fit for Mr. Wonka. On days where even Charlie couldn't handle the man, you were able to take over and hold the fort down. Reasoning with Will was a hastle in itself, but not necessarily impossible. He was often a difficult man to read. Thinning patience, fear of failure, and a desire to impress and amaze. Isolated from the outside world and accustomed to outdated lingo and style, it was challenging to get him up to speed. Sometimes you'd have to tell him not to expect so much from Charlie, who was just a boy, and understand that he needed time off of work to spend with his family.

Charlie would forever be grateful for the case you constantly made for him.

"Hey, Wendel, it's us," You jokingly shout, the two of you standing in front of the gates awaiting the buzz in. "And it's cold."

Charlie butts in, "Mr. Wonka, you'll have to hold [name]'s hands to warm them up-"

"C'mon, man."

"I don't see the problem in having a little fun!"

Will's hanging on to every word, listening as you two jokingly bicker just outside the doors. His voice rings out over the speaker, interrupting your playful arguing.

"Charlie's right. Come in!"

You sigh, looking down at your shoes to hide the blush spreading across your face. A smile crept itself upon your lips as you feel Charlie playfully nudge your shoulder, the two of you walking forward after hearing the doors open. Another chat takes place as the boy apologizes with a cheeky "sorry!" as you cross the courtyard to enter. You can't help but grin. "Don't worry about it, kiddo," You laugh it off, ruffling his hair.

Your feet are both met with the familiar red carpet that seemed to stretch for miles. After convincing Will to put up a simple coat and hat rack at the entrance (you hated throwing your coat down on the floor so carelessly), you take advantage of the iron stand and accept Charlie's coat. Hanging your coats up, Charlie speaks from next to you, already advancing.

"Evening, Mr. Wonka!"

Turning away from the rack, you step up to Charlie's side and face Wonka. He's already made his way over to you with his cane swinging around giddily.

"Hey, Charlie," He speaks above a whisper, clearly distracted as he's standing in front of you and taking in your appearance. Will would do this every time you came back after taking Charlie around the town; fresh air once in a while was greatly appreciated. His gloves squeak and you realize that he's reaching up to touch your face, grazing your cheek as you chuckle at the gesture.

"Nice to see you too, love." You speak up, reaching to take his top hat from his head and promptly placing it on your own. He flashes you that signature smile, leaning in to connect your lips with his own when-

"Can we at least make it inside before you start?" You're both taken aback as you turn your heads left in unision. Charlie, who's standing with a smile of his own, teases you and makes his way to the Chocolate Room door. You look back at Will to make sure he's not too offended.

He is definitely offended.

A childish pout graces his features. Although he knew Charlie was only having a bit of fun, he really wanted to kiss you without worry. Your grin falters as you look at him, rolling your eyes and adopting a softer tone.

"Mr. Wonka," The title melted off of your tongue like smooth caramel, "You know we could just waltz in and pick up where we left off in there, ri-"

He wastes no more time in placing a deep, loving kiss on the lips he so worshipped. It took you no time to reciprocate, smiling into the kiss and savoring the sensation. There seemed to always be a hint of a taste test on his lips... something you adored. Whether it was chocolate or licorice, taffy or candy canes, the delight of a treat all for yourself was perfect. What a wonderful thing it was, to be dating an accomplished connoisseur of sweets.

Will does just as Charlie's instructed: he takes your chilled hands in his. Breaking away, he matches your gaze and widens his grin. Always showing off that perfect mouth, huh?

"He's right, you know," Eyebrows now furrowing in concern.

"Your hands are as cold as ice."

This, of course, was a lie. You were both aware. By the time he pointed it out, the temperature of the hall (hotter than normal, for the Oompa Loompas) had already warmed yours hands in no time flat. He always looked for an excuse to hold you. It was often to "make sure you didn't fall into the river" while cuddling or "assuring safety in a room full of unfinished inventions" by draping his arm affectionately around your shoulder.

Sigh.

"I love you, and you should know that you can just.. hold my hands whenever you want. I promise I won't bite," You tease, using your thumb to rub against his knuckles as he did for you.

"Yeah, I know.. but not having a reason is weird, right? Doing it out of nowhere is just creepy? It feels dastardly and abnormal."

"Ah, I see you're still trying to understand actual affection, Willy."

"Partners just show affection whenever they want?"

"That's right! When it's appropriate, and trust me- it is. You have my permission. I would not be opposed to a kiss on the cheek every so often, or even a hand to hold. You don't have to say anything either! That's the beauty of it. It's natural, and it's unspoken."

He tilts his head to the side and reseambles a concerned dog. "Unspoken?"

"Yes!" You exhale, still smiling your way through the conversation. Catching him up to speed always required a little work. "Look, it's really just doing whatever feels.. right. You know that you're stable and in love, and you go with your instinct," Noticing his hat is still on your head, you let go of his hands to remove the accessory and return it to its rightful place. "There's no second guessing. You're just happy and impulsive. And that's pretty much okay."

Will brings a gloved finger up to tap his chin pensively. "Ah. Okay, okay okay okay. Alright. Yeah. Yeah!" He beams and looks up, violet eyes gleaming and full of joy. "Impulsive! Oooh, I like it! Candymaking is kind of impulsive you know, it's always a leap of faith when trying something n-"

He's abruptly cut off as you plant a quick one right on the kisser. Needless to say, he's even happier.

"Heeeey, I like impulsive!!"

Before you're aware of what he's doing, Willy scoops you up in his arms the second his sentence finishes. Carrying you bridal style and making his way to the door, you're caught in a laughing fit and playfully hitting his chest.

"That's impulsive! There you go! There it is, babe! That's unspoken! That's love!"

He comically kicks the door open with his heeled boot and brings you to the Chocolate Room you so graciously adored. As you take in the view (a couple of ooo! pretty!'s and ah! magical!'s in between), he continues his confident stride towards the river.

"Hey, Will, we're headed for th- Will, hun, we're going straight to th- Willy, the- WHATAREYOUDOING-"

He swings you.

"Oooooone!"

"WAITWAITWAITW-"

"Twwwooooooo!"

"YOURCHOCOLATEMUSTNOTBETOUCHEDBYHUMANHANDS-"

"Aaaaand three!"

A screech to rival the banshee's echoes through the room, and you expect to be drowning in creamy milk chocolate by now. To your surprise, you're still clutching onto Will for dear life, and he's smiling down at you and flashing his pearly whites.

"That would have been impulsive, huh?"

You're gasping for air.

"Yeah. Would have been crazy."

A gulp, then a sigh of relief.

"You said it yourself, babe. Can't contaminate the chocolate. You know that, silly goose!"

You throw your head back and groan.

"That," He sets you down and you tumble onto the grass, "Was not.. the kind of impulsive.. I was.. referring to." You gasp and lay limp on the meadow, catching your breath.

He takes a seat next to your still form, choosing to sit criss cross on your right side.

"Oh, how I love impulsive!"

You let out your last sigh, and can't help but close your eyes and smile. Will laughs and takes pride in your defeated state. Unbeknownst to you two, Charlie watched the whole thing from afar. Not wanting to bother either of you, he kept his joy to himself. It was about time someone had made Mr. Wonka laugh so sincerely.

He could get used to your impulsive natures.

[incorrect-catcf-quotes]

Wonka: Baby changing station?

Wonka: *covers the ‘c’ on the sign with his hand*

Wonka: Baby HANGING station.

[arktham]

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005, dir. Tim Burton

[wonkastarshine]

more newspaper clippings pt.2!

[heelshire-mansion]

I found a press conference from a horror film festival in Russia back in 2018.

James Russell answers questions at 2:40 and 10:35.

[batmaninadress]

Brahms NSFW Alphabet

I’m writing a fanfic about Brahms but it’s taking a little long so I just made this :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

There isn’t really any aftercare with Brahms, the only thing he’ll do is cuddle with you.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Brahms is really insecure about his appearance so he doesn’t really have a favorite body part, I think the only thing he likes about is body is the fact that he tall.

His favorite body part of yours is probably your thighs or butt.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Just gonna say it, Don’t be surprised if you find cum on your underwear.

D = Dirty Secret

He watches you when your asleep, a lot, and at multiple times he’s gotten a boner from a sound you made or what you’ve said in your sleep.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

Absolutely no experience, he was a virgin when you first had sex.

F = Favourite Position

Any, doesn’t care at all as long as it feels good for the both of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Yup, there are definitely some times there’ll be goofy moments, maybe just giggling, laughing or maybe crack some jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not well groomed at all, He’s hairy everywhere and his drapes are a little darker then the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He tries to be really romantic but sometimes fails (by a lot lol).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Brahms masturbated a lot more before but now he only does it once in a while when he’s stressed and you’re busy doing something.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Underwear kink, He takes your underwear to use when he’s masturbating, either to rub against his dick, smell or wear

Voyeurism and kinda Somnophilia, Before you officially met (still kinda now too) he’d just watch you sleep.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as you’re alone he doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything really, just the way you touch or look at him can get him turned on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Degradation, He will NOT degrade you in anyway

Group sex, He doesn’t like to share you at all, just the thought of anyone else seeing you in a sexual way makes his blood boil.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Brahms prefers to receive instead of giving but when he does give he’s actually surprisingly good at it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast but sensual, he wants to feel every part of you but also can’t stop himself from being fast because it feels too good.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He will 100% love to do a quickie if you’re either to tired or just don’t have time for sex. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

No risks at all, he doesn’t want to risk anyone else seeing you like this.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

It all depends on the day, some days he can go 5 rounds and other days he only can go 2 rounds.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He probably has one that he uses on the both of you but he doesn’t use it much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Brahms will tease you every moment he can with kissing, groping and hickeys.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not so loud but he isn’t quiet, he mostly whimpers and grunts but on occasion he will moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s a switch but much more prefer to top.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s average  lengthwise but he’s also thick, his dick is the same color as the rest of his body but is a little pinker on the tip.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

If he could you’d have sex every hour of the day! He’ll try to be pretty respectful even though he really wants to fuck you. 

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If you ended up cuddling he’ll fall asleep almost immediately.

[missusthemain]

Used- Brahms Heelshire

Brahms wants to prove he is all you need…

CW: use of the word cunt, implied consent, oral f receiving, switch Brahms, no actual penetration, begging, caught

You closed your door slowly, begging to any god that Brahms was finally in bed, three times now, 'You forgot my water,' 'you said you'd read to me,' 'one more kiss?' he'd said till you had enough.

"Brahms?"

"Mhm?"

"Please, can you stay in bed for real?" you asked tiredly, reaching down to unfasten his mask, at last, knowing this way he'd take you seriously. Like always, he stiffened, his eyes closed tightly, bracing himself as if this time you'd finally shrink away from him in disgust like he'd anticipated the first time. Like always, the porcelain fell away to expose his face, his straight thick brows, his slightly hooded eyes framed by long, dark lashes. His full bottom lip that his tongue darted out to wet. And of course, the scarring that wrapped down his neck in puckered pale tendrils. His face heated as you admired him, feeling somewhere between inspected, and overwhelmingly admired.

"Y/n" he mumbled, looking away. You smiled, pressing your lips to his, he made a soft noise as you pulled away, his face flushing red.

"You'll stay now right?" you said pointedly.

"Yes," he muttered, the deep timbre of his real voice caught you off guard.

"Goodnight."

"I love you," he said hoarsely.

"Love you too," you said

-

You let out a muffled groan. The months in the mansion since Brahms was uncovered had been tense, a lot of goddamn emotions, and all of them swarmed around Brahms, on one hand, he was... eerie, in many ways he was more offputting than the doll he replaced. But more than anything, he was so sweet, no matter how much he scared you at first there was something so endearing that for every mistake he made a point to redeem himself tenfold.

And you were growing to accept that you did love him. It was something new, and likely dangerous what you felt for him. Everything spanning from resentment to lust, you felt at times he knew how he drove you crazy, giving you whiplash, however, the only thing you felt all the time was need.

You needed him now just as much as he needed you. Dangerous.

You ached in ways that three minutes in the bath or five under the covers couldn't fix and it was all because of him. And worse than that is the fact that you knew he wanted you in the same way.

You walked to your dresser, lingering for a moment, you knew what was waiting for you under every layer of meticulously folded clothes. You shuffled through them, your hand brushing the plastic, you retracted with the rather slender toy, it doubled as a gspot and clit vibrator, curved in a way that Brahms mustn’t have identified when he raked through your clothes in the past.

You glanced at the door, locking it and double-checking its effectiveness with a rattle.

-

Rooms over Brahms tossed in bed, he knew he'd promised, but it couldn’t hurt to ask to sleep in your bed he thought. He slipped out of his covers, shuffling silently to your door, reaching to ease the door open, when he was met by resistance annoyance bubbled in his chest. Just as he was going to call for you he heard a sigh, then another. His eyes went wide with realization. Silently he slipped through one of the panels in the wall as he had dozens of times before.

-

You closed your eyes tightly, ready for the discomfort of the toy after months of dormancy. But gasped as it slipped easily inside of you,

-

Brahms watched attentively as the purple curved shape slipped inside of you. Biting his lip hard enough to hurt. He watched your face as you adjusted yourself atop your covers. He tugged at the hem of his trousers as you let your legs fall apart again. Swallowing thickly as you let out a muffled moan.

Sure he’d seen you naked before, and even seen the way your hands wandered late at night but never like this before. He couldn’t help but envy the purple toy that pleasured you, how unfortunate that there was nobody for you to call out to, nobody to savor your sounds and taste, he smiled softly at the thought.

-

A loud crash pulled you from the edge, panting you stopped. Glancing around your room panic filled your body, shoving your toy under your pillow in a rush, pulling on your shirt, not bothering with pants nor underwear. You straightened yourself out quickly as you rushed two rooms over, the only place the sound could have came from.

"Brahms?" you called… nothing. You threw open his door, eyes falling on an empty room. You called again, roaming down the hall, a shiver wracked through your body along with a flash of annoyance. You were cold and tired and practically dripping wet after having been interrupted when you found Brahms you'd- your thoughts were cut off by a sound far off, from your room,

"Y/n, come play." A chill ran down your spine, his rough deep voice called. You turned, pacing back to your bedroom, opening the door. You froze in the doorway. Brahms was on your bed, maskless, an angry expression on his face, you'd never seen him mad without his mask, moments he was revealed were always tender. Your face flushed hot, eyes blowing wide when you saw what was in his hand,

"Brahms- what're you doing, that's not- why aren't you in bed?"

"Why weren't you sleeping?" He said flatly. You crossed your arms, trying to steady yourself as you approached him. The action earning the opposite reactin you wanted. You watched a smile spread across his face and his eyes rake across your body. "Brahms, give it back please." you said stertnly.

"Why? So you can play without me?" he asked, looking at you with wide eyes. You shook your head unsurely.

"What do you mean Brahms?"

"Why can't I play with you." He mumbled, "Why were you using this y/n?" he lifted up the vibrator. "You have me," you stared at him in shock, utterly speechless.

"Brahmsey," ignoring the discrepancy in his breathing as you leaned down, reaching for the toy in his hand. He jerked it away, grabbing your wrist.

“Y/n,” he demanded deeply, searching your eyes for fear before continuing. “You know I can do better than this.” He practically whined, “I can make you feel better. Please.” You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking but the sentiment was convincing. He looked up through his bangs with a dark look.

Before you could react he hooked his arm around your waist, yanking you down onto the bed and trapping you underneath his body. He panted, looking at you again,

“Brahms this is not- this is- you don’t know what you’re doing I shouldn’t let you do…” you were interrupted by a heavy kiss, desperately he moved his lips against yours, hands traveling over your body. He pulled away, panting. “I want to make you feel better than that thing.” He muttered, his voice strained as he held back a whimper. “Let me make you feel good. He got off of you slowly, seeing as you weren’t going anywhere he tugged the bottom of your shirt, which you took off quickly, he immediately kneeled back over you, kissing you again, rushed and hot and desperate. You shudder as his rough hand reached up to grope at your chest, his mouth followed with a trail of kisses, brushing his lips over the soft skin of your tits made you squirm at the feeling of his scruff against the sensitive skin.

Pulling away, he looked up at you, panting.

“Does this feel better than yourself?” He asked, ducking down to press a kiss to your pebbled nipple, running his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth, you tangle your hands in his soft curls as you squirm, breathing his name, he pauses for a moment with a strained moan, his body cleching as he pressed his face into your chest as he kisses a trail to your stomach, down your thigh and by the time he gotten your knee he was standing.

You notice the painful looking tent in his pants that were already damp, before you could ask him he fell to his knees, yanking your body to the edge of your bed. Sitting up to see him better you shuddered at what you saw. He ducked between your open legs, audibly whining as he came face level with your cunt. He looked up at you, getting closer to you, a breath shuddered over your core before he finally ducked down, you nearly whined as you feel his tongue press into your wetness. Immediately he flattens his tongue and begins lapping at your clit. You moan loudly and you feel him grunt into you, the vibration making you shiver. He licks you desperately, as if it’s just as much for his pleasure as yours, the way he grunts and whines against you makes you want to tell him how good he is but most of your praises are drowned out by your panting, consequently you end up muttering his name over and over as he’s perched between your thighs. His hand slid from your hip to press into your folds. He grunted into you, sucking harder, burying his face closer to your sex, his finger pressing deeper as you were pulled over the edge, you gripped his hair, eyes screwed shut, moaning with the last three laps of his tongue gasping as an orgasm wracked its way through your body, he kept his head between your legs, muffled whines as you relaxed, petting his hair as the mind numbing sensation settled, retracting its ghostlike rays of pleasure as he stood up.

You looked up at him through lidded eyes, panting. He crawled over you, his eyes never met yours as he reached above your head, grabbing the vibrator and throwing it across the room. He stood up, his breath heavy again as he pushed himself out of his slacks, his underwear stained with cum but he was still visibly hard and you hardly heard him whine out the next phrase.

“Use me.”

[soupiiiie]

Living with / Dating Brahms would include

a/n this is my first time writing for Brahms. I've been hyperfixated on him for about a week now and today it was very strong so i decided to write again. I'm very surprised with how much i wrote but i am proud. Anywho, enjoy :)

Very Clingy… like all the time. You go to the kitchen, he’s coming out of the pantry wall. You’re emptying the traps, he’s staring at you through the windows and various peeking holes he has. Privacy does not exist for to this fella.

No more showering by yourself, he needs to be bathed by you or he won’t bathe at all. Although he will not wash himself, he will occasionally help to wash you. Scaring you almost every time he grabs the sponge and starts washing your back.

He learned what face masks were and will only do them about once every 2 months but you have to cut out the part where his scar is because it gets irritated easily.

I believe that his parents didn't help care for his burns so they haven't healed well. For that reason, he is very hesitant to let you help care for the burns. You put some medicated creams on them that make them not hurt and he kisses you all over your face.

CUDDLES ALL THE TIME. Since he is so clingy, you guys cuddle all the time. At first, he was hesitant to hold you in fear that you would be scared of him or push him away. After showing him that you don’t mind cuddles, that was all the answer he needed to jump into bed with you and hold you all night. That was the best sleep he had gotten in 20 years.

Although he expects you to do everything for him, he learns after a while (and a couple arguments) that he also needs to do things to help out. He starts by being your assistant in the kitchen and you both learn that he is a very good cook. Then he helps out with cleaning and tidying. He doesn’t like it that much but he gets to spend time with you and even go outside so he’ll do it anyways.

This man does not know how to shave. Period. You show him how to trim his beard and chest hair. You even do it for him the first couple of times but soon tell him that he has to do it himself (even though he makes you stand in the bathroom with him while he does it).

He lets you leave the house to go shopping for clothes and food that Malcolm doesn't bring, once a month. He tells you what he likes to wear and if he doesn’t like something, he will let you know immediately. He likes to wear neutral colors like tans and brown. He does have a couple pairs of sweatpants that you got him as pajamas that he wears all the time.

You read to him when he’s upset because it’s the only way to make him not be a total asshole to you. He loves you very much but when he’s upset or jealous, it’s best to let him roam the walls and stay your separate ways.

Fixing the holes in his cardigan. He loves that green cardigan and wears it all the time (even when its hot). You don’t mind though because it looks hot on him.

He trusts you but still wears the mask most of the time around you, besides sleeping, showering and eating.

I saw from another person that they head cannon that he does not sit still when eating and I 100% believe that. One minute you set down his plate of food and turn around for a napkin and he’s gone. He’s off wandering the walls and chewing. You hear his loud footsteps through the library and then the parlor. When he’s done though, he always comes back and tells you it was good and puts his plate in the sink.

[emicatheelf]

When I was 16 I thought I would be dead by my 18th birthday.

I'm now 22 hoping to only live long enough to join the 27 club.

[heartshapedlo]

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜

❛ i knew you would be here. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜

❛ is that my shirt? ❜

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ c’mere, you. ❜

❛ honey, i’m home! ❜

❛ you remembered? ❜

❛ you’re my family too. ❜

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜

❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜

❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜

❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

[thewillywonka]

Goodnight!

🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩

🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩🍫🎩

[wonkastarshine]

i never fail to laugh at how willy wonka just starts looking through all the cabinets in charlie’s house the second he gets out of the elevator and then he finds the toothpaste cap replica and is like

[violetfuchsia-deactivated202206]

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