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brian never thought he’d get saddled with an angel, or in his words to Tim, a hassle that he tolerates.
But we all know he’s lying, he’d kill everyone who tried to hurt you and present them to you like your knight, but his fear of getting too close with the possible thought he’d put you in danger says no..
Yet after you came in to his life or technically crashed on his couch for the night after finding you lost in the woods, he said only a week. A week turned into a month, and a month turned into a year and a half.
Lucky enough for him slenderman thinks you’re useful! Fortunately for both of you, you’re allowed to stay!
So when your relationship elevated from hand holding in public, subtle gestures of affection, and quiet nights that turned more intimate he did not think he’d have to deal with you being absolutely down bad for him one week out of the month following it up with a very moody one.
His trusty laptop told him it was ovulation, but not a single source could tell him how to deal with the angelic version of it.
So imagine his first time experiencing it not going.. well, great.
Sure the sex was amazing, Infact on lonely drives he thinks about it, sometimes tapes it when he’s missing you.
The first day started as normal as it possibly could. Brian rolling out of bed first, hesitantly placing a gentle kiss on your head before going down stairs and making breakfast.
Usually on sundays he’s off, courtesy to a very angry Jeff saying he’d go on strike if he didn’t have his weekends. Which actually made everyone work overtime until maybe a break once a week wasn’t so bad in the big bosses mind.
On Sunday’s he makes it a habit to make breakfast, refresh his homemade ice tea, and work on the truck for at least two hours.
Unfortunately for him he could not catch a break. Long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his flexing arms as he whisked the batter for those pancakes you liked and sweats rolled a little low to show off his lower tummy. Yeah, you were drooling who could blame you? If anyone denied, they most def are lying because who wouldn’t want a piece of that!!
ᥫ᭡Brian finds it difficult to deny you when you come down in the morning all hazy from sleep with one agenda.
ᥫ᭡Taking him back to bed. And you do this best by padding down the steps in the morning and wrapping your arms around his waist, face tucked into his back while he greets you with a grunt of acknowledgment.
Another one escaped him as he felt your cold fingers dip below his sweats, gently tracing the happy trail you requested he keep. Better for him anyways, he wasn’t a big fan of shaving too much. Especially since he didn’t have much hair there anyways.
“Well good morning to you too.” He mumbled trying to keep his focus on the task at hand. But yours was pleasantly distracting. Nails trimmed and gently dragging across his skin in the way he likes. Who knew angels were such minxes.
“Bri can’t you come back to bed? Miss you..” you mumbled into his back, hands finally finding their way below his underwear line is when he finally gives in.
“Such a pain,” is all you hear before he stops his mixing and reaches over to turn the stove off. Manhandling you in the process, just tossing you over his shoulder and marching you back upstairs. Plopping you on the bed, carefully, watching to make sure your wings wouldn’t get hurt.
That morning he took you in multiple positions.
Missionary with your legs over his shoulders as he gripped onto your hips with a bruising strength. Taking it slow to pace him self before he decided he’d had enough and flipped you over ass up face down, relentlessly pounding your cervix. You can’t remember how many times you came, but goodness you needed more. So much more.
When brian feels lazy or starts loosing momentum he likes to have you on top and make you work for what hunger you have left with meeting you halfway to hear those gasps, or a stuttered moan of his name when you weren’t expecting it.
He’s found that this usually tires you out, though he didn’t account for you fucking yourself on him into overstim. Too delirious on both ends as he tried to grip your hips to stop you after he started shooting blanks.
If the off chance you’re still going he’ll make you sit on his face <3
ᥫ᭡ You found that tube tops made from his old t shirts were the most comfortable to wear to bed, and apparently more appropriate than being naked before things were official. Now? Whole different story, Infact please, he encourages it.
ᥫ᭡Like yes queen pls walk around booty butt naked fully confident, he eats it up gen. Does he say it? No, he’s to proud to admit things fully like that but he’ll say things like “wow dolly, all that fer’ me?” Or “I see ya angel girl, what d’ya need?” While wiping his hands on his rag, covered in motor oil, car discarded.
ᥫ᭡Tbh his dick would hurt at the end of this endeavor. So much that he confides in Tim and asks him what to do.
“Don’t you laugh at me prick, it’s not funny. Girls got me going till dawn breaks and then asks for more.” He says driving down the road, Tim letting out a half scoff half laugh.
“Oh no you got a girl who wants you, sucks to be you huh?” Tim says but he’s only greeted with a punch to the shoulder, car swerving a bit. “Ouch, c’mon man, why don’t you just get her a toy or sum. Let her wear herself out eh?”
Brian let his brain process it for a minute and damn that’s the best piece of advice to ever come out of the man sitting next to him, “You might be onto something. But never mention this again.”
ᥫ᭡The idea I had for this part was yk those silicon molds you can make of your own dick or well his in this case? We’re gonna pretend or imagine that they had a website for that during that time and he made one for you! <3
ᥫ᭡ I’m not very well versed on such things but I’m pretty sure you can get features to it like make it vibrate or have a sticky base to help you YES BOUNCE ON IT CHAT. He’d be so confused, like yes he’s not a saint but he’s not well versed on it either.
ᥫ᭡ I love love love headcanons that make him like a southern trucker and I need it so dipping into this, he’d be used to the regular quick fucks or his hand nothing to crazy.
He wasn’t opposed to coming home with you latching onto him at the door and begging he take you right then and there on the floor like wild animals but he does need a minute to sit down after chasing a group through the woods for over an hour </3
So the toy was the best option and it sated you from what he could tell. Coming home around 7 pm sharp (I love this headcannon shout out to the person who wrote it ily !!!) on wednesday mask pulled up around his nose and hood down lugging his gun into the house only to find you cooking something in one of the shirts he bought and helped cut for your precious wings. Gosh he loved you, but ofc it has to be shown in his own way.
You chatted, asked about his day, served him dinner, gave him a massage and by the time he got comfy on the couch you were on him yet again, slinking to your knees taking his pants with you.
A lazy hand made its way to your hair, holding you there with a grunt as you licked the underside, dragging your tongue from base to tip giving special care to the head before he got impatient. Tugging your hair a bit gave you the signal to deepthroat him immediately in hopes of catching him off guard. And oh it did.
“Damn it, angel.” He grunts out, hand holding you in place as your nose inhaled with practice ease, the dirty bling hairs tickling you. Before releasing you to continue your pace of pulling all the way to the tip and going back to the base.
Spit coating your mouth and his dick, dribbling down to his thighs, and onto your shirt. It was messy and in all honesty he was here for it, so much so that he was cumming sooner than he’d like. Hot cum pumping down your throat, as you gulped around him, adding to the stimulation.
ᥫ᭡ you can imagine how the rest of that went <3
ᥫ᭡ by Friday he was about to go on a sex strike. He was pretty sure there was nothing left in him after going at it day and night. The only reprieve being the fact he had to go fill his quota.
Friday and Saturday you had to suffer with his mouth and his fingers. Having gave a curt “Yer banned doll, ain’t got nothing left so take my fingers and my mouth or leave it.”
Of course you whined saying it was fair but he silenced you with a quick pump of his fingers. Stuffing you with two since he was pretty sure all week you’ve been prepped and ready.
Going in and out with a medium paced rhythm, letting you feel every stroke, every squelch that made you feel so entirely dirty but so much more needy.
“Wanna be bred bri, need it please.” You cried, hips lifting to meet his palm. Rhythm slowing has he correct you with a harsh thrust letting his palm give a quick slap. “Mind yer manners girl, had plenty this week. Now ya just bein’ greedy ain’t ya.”
You could only nod as he sped back up bringing that pleasurable band in your stomach to a tight snap as you came on his fingers. Feeling them curl against that one spot relentlessly, torturing you with it.
In your haze you barely registered him pulling out before you felt that cold silicon toy being pushed in you in one big stretch. Fingers clutching the sheets, cunt clenching around it.
“Let’s hear it baby, c’mon, fucked yerself on it allll week. Wanna see what it does to ya.” He says turning it on, the vibrations sparking something in you, something that bordered on too much and just enough.
The vibrations stroking against your walls, the cold turning into a hot warmth from the continuous strokes, making you feel everything. All you could do was moan out his name or something incoherent that resembled “thank you” and “please.”
ᥫ᭡ Brian would take his time, fucking you with the toy, then his fingers, maybe his mouth if he’s feeling like having a taste. But it’d be more of a punishment, having taken so much all week. Not that he didn’t love it but just a reminder <3
ᥫ᭡ Brian is not a man to shy away from giving his girl what she wants ever, and he’s very proud of that <3