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DISCLAIMER

all characters featured are a work of fiction which i don't own, their actions do not reflect those of real people, please do not kill anybody.

FAQ

can i make requests?

absolutely, in fact, i encourage you to do so. 

why write for a plus-size reader specifically?

i'm tired of skimming through works and seeing the usual 'petite frame' and etc. i've put so much pressure on myself because of the way my body looks and no matter how you look, you deserve to feel worthy.

will you write for m/m, etc?

yeah, for sure. i have no problem at all republishing some chapters with male or gender-neutral pronouns and terms. all you need to do is ask. 

do you write nsfw?

i write sfw, fluff, nsfw, etc. as long as it's legal, i don't have a problem with it. it is my honour to assist in feeding your delusions.

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in due time, your taming of brahms became easier and his obedience far more frequent - it had taken a lot of hard work, but you were pleased you'd finally reached a point where he functioned under you and you could help in providing the life he had so desperately desired to live. a companionship he'd so craved all those years he spent shut away from the world and it's inhabitants. you'd freed him from those shackles and taught him how to live. and he was ever so grateful for you. oh, what he wouldn't do for you, his real life angel.

instead of waking up with this suffocating, heavy feeling of dread and doom, brahms would awake to the sun splitting through the old curtains and glinting against the dusty glass. instead of his heart in his throat, he felt so unfathomably at peace. and it was all thanks to you. that was one thing he was thankful his parents did for him - they hired you. now, of course, you were more than a hire now; you were his everything, without you, he was nothing. and funnily enough, you felt the same way. after all, you'd never had somebody worship the ground you walked on like brahms did. it was mutual.

most days spent together would start the same, but this morning, there was a little hiccough.

the yellow sunlight that peered in through the drapes lay out upon the wrinkled duvet and blankets, softly enveloping the figures who lay beneath. dust particles highlighted drifted around as one figure stirred - brahms. he was laying on his back, arms stiffly at his sides like a soldier. he scowled up at the ceiling, his eyes ever so slightly squinted from the exhaustion and inability to sleep that had plagued him for most of the night. it seemed no matter how hard he tried, how tightly he closed his eyes, how many poems he recited, how long he spent staring at you in your sleep, nothing was working for him. even his usual trick of getting as close to you as physically possible didn't work, only serving to make you grumble in your sleep and halfheartedly shuffle away. his eyes hurt and his head hurt and his palms hurt, little crescent shaped indents left from the tight squeeze of his fists. he was sulking, of course, and spent his time awake glancing frequently over to the grandfather clock on the other side of the room, waiting until it was the routine time to wake you up and smother you in his body weight like a big, hairy blanket. brahms wrinkles his nose a touch, the sound of sparrows and chaffinches outside making for what would be a serene background sound were he not in such a sour mood - exhausted, sleep-deprived brahms wasn't a happy brahms. he couldn't think of any specific reason he couldn't fall asleep; you'd both turned in at relatively the same time, brahms crawling under the sheets with the little kindle e-reader you'd purchased him before popping it onto the bedside table and cozying himself up to you. you were the perfect person to sleep next to, he knew that for a fact. having a considerably higher volume of body fat, you were simply the softest thing brahms had ever had the pleasure of laying his lithe hands on. squishy and gentle and warm. it was like a hot water bottle and a cuddly toy all in one. your plush tummy that he'd cup with one hand and your hip-dips he'd trace patterns over with the other. he genuinely struggled to keep his hands off of you, in both an intimate and a domestic setting. but you welcomed it, frankly. having somebody to appreciate your shape, your curves, gave you this undying sense of peace you didn't think you'd ever be allowed to have. there was never a single moment brahms made you feel bad about how you looked - he was completely obsessed, completely enamored with you. and so, he continued to wait to wake you up.

as tired as he was, brahms knew he must have fallen asleep, at least for a little while, because as the duvet cover fell over his lower body, he could both see and feel the stiffness of his cock as it stood to full attention. he huffed and balled his fists up tighter, slamming them down onto the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum. as the bed wobbled, his head zipped over to the side when you mumbled something and began to stretch from under the covers. if brahms had a tail, it would've been wagging wildly as he knelt and turned to face you, his striped pajamas all ruffled from his incessant tossing and turning. as it did most mornings, a piece of sunlight shone over your face and into your eyes, waking you gently. bringing your hands up to your face, you rub your eyes and yawn, rolling onto your back with your eyes still squeezed shut. as was habit, your pajamas were an oversized t-shirt and your underwear, which after a night of deep sleep, were all disheleved, your plush stomach peering over the hem of your underwear and your shirt ruffled. you blinked once, twice, only to find brahms hunched over you, staring down at you with tired, but hopeful eyes as a subconscious smile made it's way onto your face.

"hi there, mister." you sniff, lifting an arm up to weave a hand into his brown curls, scratching his scalp with your fingernails. as usual, he melted and leaned into your touch, his eyes closing and his brow furrowing. when you stopped to stretch again, it was like when a little kid remembers they're supposed to be in a bad mood during a tantrum, and a frown made it's way onto his face as he scooted closer to you, nudging you slightly with a knee. he fiddles with the buttons of his pajama shirt which are mostly undone or in the incorrect buttonholes, waiting impatiently for you to notice his plight and ask him what was the matter. you look back up and notice, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile at his antics.

"what's the matter, little one? you still look so sleepy." you hold one of his cheeks in your hand as you push yourself up and into a sitting position with your back against the headboard of the bed, now level next to him. he pouts and pushes his face into the crook of your neck, whinging and whining about how he couldn't seem to fall asleep. as he cuddled closer to you and you felt that familiar sensation of his dick prodding into you, you couldn't deny that a little pool of warmth made it's way between your legs. you breathed out a gentle laugh which only frustrated brahms further. he was over tired, grumpy, and as per usual, horny. fortunately, you knew just what would help.

"i didn't get any sleep and i kept trying to fall asleep and i did the things you said to do when i can't fall asleep and.. mmphh.." he complained into your neck, not even bothering to completely finish his sentence. his facial hair tickled your warm skin and you feigned a sympathetic 'aww', patting him on the head.

"oh, poor you," you ruffle his hair, urging him to sit up and look at you. "here, come lie down." you pat your thighs, readjusting your back against the headboard and rubbing your eyes one last time.

you fluff your hair as with a whine, brahms complies cozies up into your lap, staring up at you with his usual puppydog eyes, his hands fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt and the hem of his pajama trousers. occasionally, his eyelids flutter as the exhaustion plagues him and your fingers combing through his hair only relaxes him more. you mutter sweet nothings to brahms as he gets more comfortable, your eyes drifting down his body to his naval and happy trail as he continues tugging at his clothes. oh, what a sweet boy he was.

you cradle brahms' head with one of your hands and use the other to trace down his body, starting from his collarbone and making your way down his chest and to his stomach. his breath hitches but it only serves to encourage you as you continue on, weaving a finger down his happy trail and sliding your hand under his pajama bottoms, feeling the wet patch on the fabric on the back of your hand. you can't help but grin, a flush of colour coming to your cheeks as he whimpers and twitches at the slightest touch, feeling your hand rest at the bottom of his erect shaft. brahms pouts and quickly tugs his trousers down, his cock springing out, sensitive and desperate. he bucks his hips, trying to get you to move your hand just a little further..

with a gentle hum, you retract both your hands (much to his dismay), and stretch once more, just to tease him. with the cracking of your knuckles just over your head, you slip your shirt off and over your head in a swift motion, the sunlight from the windows painting your upper body in a pale yellow glow. it glosses over your rolls and your breasts, brahms gazing up at you once again in pure awe and admiration. you look back down at him once more, that smile still lingering on your lips as your hand comes back to cradle his soft curls, gently lifting up your thigh so he could be closer, bringing your chest closer to his face. obediently, without saying a word, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, humming quietly in satisfaction as he did. with a series of quiet "good job"'s and "there you go"'s, your other hand comes to cup his face, your thumb stroking gentle circles on his pale skin. his eyes are shut, giving you view of his long eyelashes as you felt his tongue massage your nipple. your eyes follow one of his hands as it travels down and wraps around his dick, his thumb grazing over his tip and gathering his precum. it was one of your favourite things, watching brahms work himself. with his added lubrication, he started to pump his hand slowly up and down his member, the vibration of his soft moaning on your breasts making you breathe out contently. brahms' free hand came up to paw at your other breast, his long fingers relishing in the softness of your plush flesh. you swallow hard, closing your eyes and keeping yourself quiet so you could continue to listen to his little whimpers and whinges and whines as his lips part from your now tender bud, a string of his saliva keeping him connected for a moment. you dab your finger against yourself, and then swipe it across his lip, before bringing that saliva back into his mouth as he dutifully sucks on your finger, his eyebrows furrowing and his hips twitching up.

"there's my good boy. keep going." your voice is barely above a whisper, but it completely fills brahms' head as a needy moan leaves his mouth, releasing your finger. the speed of which he's stroking his cock increases and he pulls you in with his other hand, keen to give your other breast just as much attention. you let out a quiet, closed mouth giggle at his actions that was made into a sigh of satisfaction as his lips sealed around your other nipple, teeth grazing your sensitive skin - just how you liked it. what a good boy. you release the hand you had on his face and move it down to his thighs, tracing teasing patterns on and around his balls, which made him tense and twitch more and more. his pacing started to become sloppy and his nibbling became harder, his suckling far more desperate. you looked down in utter content as brahms tried to speak with his mouthful, his eyes squeezed shut.

"mum-mummy-" his hand moved faster and faster, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued to use his mouth to work on your now very tender bud. you hush him as his toes curl and his free hand grasps onto the duvet, squeezing with all his might as thick cum erupts from his dick and coats his pale knuckles, dribbling down onto his stomach and his thighs. sliding your hand away from his balls with care - knowing how sensitive he was now - while still gazing down at him, you bring your now cum covered fingertips to your mouth and let brahms' eyes flutter open before you pop them into your mouth one by one, body welcoming that all too familiar, bitter taste. brahms is whimpering and shaking ever so slightly, wiping his dirtied hand onto the sheets on his side of the bed, taking deep, heavy breaths as he calmed down.

"there you are," you purr, watching him struggle to keep his hazel eyes open. "there you are." your adjacent hand returns to scratch his scalp and he leans back into your touch. you slid down cautiously into a laying position, letting him nuzzle up to your chest as he drew little patterns on your skin with a delicate finger, peppering what he could reach with tired, sloppy little kisses. you press your lips to his forehead, closing your eyes once more as brahms gets himself all comfy.

perhaps now he might be able to get some sleep.