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So I’ve seen other people do this with the mr and mrs smith poster so I wanted to give it a shot with my favorite horror ship.

Just wrote some Lenzshire smut 🤙

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Wrong Number

The manor fell silent as Mr and Mrs Heelshire left for their evening walk, closing the back door gently in hopes that their son wouldn’t notice their departure. He did though. Of course he did, Brahms noticed everything around the house. It was his world, and yet the times when his parents went out, times like these, were some of the few times he was allowed to freely roam throughout the manor. 

Brahms peeked warily out of a panel in the wall, one of dozens of secret entrances to the Brahms’s passageways throughout the house. The large man crawled out into the living room, eyes resting on the piano for a moment as he stood up before turning toward the kitchen. Whatever hobby he decided to indulge in today would wait till after he got something to eat. 

He brushed a hand against his mask for a feeling of security as his eyes trained on the too-large-for-comfort kitchen windows as Brahms inched towards the freezer where his parents kept the leftovers. After selecting something that looked half decent and heating it up, the porcelain-faced man retreated to the comparatively safer location of his childhood bedroom, he settled on the floor to eat. Brahms glazed around for the wretched thing that his parents had replaced him with, though it didn’t seem to be anywhere in the room. He frowned, jerking his head to the side to kick the bedside table and knocking it over. 

The mix of shame and jealousy followed Brahms as he left his, no the doll’s, room and made his way back down to the library, hoping to find a book to read. He selected a few that he hadn’t already and began reading the back covers while seated on the piano bench. Just as he was deciding which book to borrow for the night (his mum would notice if he took more than one, and he didn’t especially like being scolded), the phone in the guest bedroom upstairs began to ring. At first, Brahms didn’t move, no one ever called on the guest phone. The delivery boys and other off-location staff that the Heelshires had all called on the main phone, so it could only be a wrong number caller. This opened up a whole line of opportunity for Brahms, as he never got to speak to anyone but his parents, and even then under the forced pretense of still being their darling little eight-year-old boy. 

Completely disregarding the books he had been examining moments before, Brahms stood and raced into one of his passages, he made his way out of the guest room closet just before too many rings sounded off, and picked up the phone. Brahms cleared his throat before saying anything, not wanting the person on the other end to be under the notion that they were speaking to a child. Before the could say anything in his real voice though, the person on the other end of the line started in.

“Hhhh, you pig. You fucken bitch…” The caller took a moment to gurgle off unintelligible words, almost like a choking animal. Brahms wasn’t sure what to say to all this, but he didn’t want to hang up just yet, wrong number callers were so rare.

“Billy’s gonna shove his fat cock down your pretty piggy throat… you’ll like that won’t you? Sucking on my fat cock, sucking… sucking till you can’t breathe.  Then Billy’ll-”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t think I’m who you meant to reach.” Brahms interrupted, unsure if his cheeks had grown hot out of disgust with what the other had said, or out of shame that he hadn’t hung up already. The caller, Billy, paused. Then he broke out into chortle, followed by a string of words.

“Piggy has got such a voice, would sound even better gagging on Billy's cock though. Such a deep voice, bet you’d beg Billy for more with that pretty voice, beg for me to stroke your dick. You have a dick piggy? Billy wants to lick it, run his tongue up your shaft and lick it, lick it lick it, lick it, lick it.” Billy repeated that phrase for a while, long enough for Brahms to seat himself on the guest bed, his interest building, and any shame he may have felt long abandoned.

“Would you…mista?” Brahms asked, unsure of how exactly to respond to the depraved caller, but unable to ignore the fact that he was enjoying this, as well as the growing mound in his pants. Billy let out a shrieking giggle. 

“You like that, you piggy slut?” He chortled, clearly enjoying that someone was for once indulging in his ‘hobby’. Brahms could hear a rhythmic movment on the other end of the line, a sound that he knew all too well from his own lonely nights in his attic room. Brahms reached down to rub against his still-clothed dick, palming himself as Billy continued to spill out degrading words, Brahms closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in pleasure.

“Pretty-voiced piggy wants Billy’s juicy cock inside him.” It was more of a statement that Brahms wasn’t about to contradict than a question. “Slamming at his insides and stretching piggy out, ruining poor piggy’s pathetic hole.” Billy set off on laughing, screeching jumble of noise, making Brahms wince and hold the phone away from his ear even as he bit his lip to hold back a building moan. 

With reddened cheeks behind his porcelain face, Brahms ducked a hand into his trousers, clutching at his embarrassingly hard cock. He pressed the phone to his ear, letting out a whimper into the receiver as he used his thumb to circle his tip. Billy felt silent at the noise.

“Billy…” Brahms murmured into the phone, his breathing growing almost as heavy as Billy’s as he jerked himself off. 

He could feel pre cum beginning to leak out as he imagined the vulgar man making good on his promises. Working Brahms’s cock with his mouth, licking long stripes up his shaft, and drooling all over his balls. Brahms moaned again into the receiver and thrust his hips upwards into his hand. 

“Filthy piggy,” Billy giggled almost sweetly into Brahms’s ear. “You want me to hold you down so you can’t go anywhere? Fuck you till you can’t breathe, piggy?” Billy let out a string of moans and wails that made Brahms’ heart race and his dick throb in his hand. 

“Yes, please. I do want that.” He moaned, stroking faster, hand gripping almost painfully tight. 

“Billy’s filthy piggy wants him to bend him over and fuck his tight ass till piggy squeals and screams and moans and begs for Billy to stop,” his breathing grew somehow heavier. Brahms stifled another moan, sandwiching the phone against his shoulder. He reached down with his other hand to press against his hole, fingers slick with his own precum as he massaged his entrance. 

“I’ll fuck you till you’re cumming, till Billy’s creaming inside you, making a big mess out of poor piggy’s ass. Billy’ll fill you up with his hot cum, fill up his piggy’s hole until you can't keep it in and it’s dripping out and leaking all over.” He let out a snorting laugh that morphed into a lengthy moan that sent a rush to Brahms’s throbbing cock, the heat in him growing almost painfully. He had begun to press a finger into his ass, opening up his tight hole, stretching it nowhere near as well as he was sure Billy could, but whimpering under his own touch nonetheless. 

Brahms continued to stroke his cock, throwing his head back as the heat inside him overflowed and thick, hot cum shot onto his stomach, the world going blank for a moment. When his mind drifted back, Billy had gone back to moaning and gasping, sounds of slurping and wet rubbing traveling through the phone. 

“You cum piggy? Billy talk you over so well that you creamed yourself?” Brahms could hear the grin in Billy’s voice. Brahms moaned in agreement, fingers tracing through the spilled seed on his stomach. “Filthy pig, Billy’s gonna cum. Pretty-voiced slut wants Billy to fill him up, poor needy piggy.” Brahms squirmed with pleasure under Billy’s words as the vulgar man became increasingly sporadic. “Wants Billy to slam his juicy cock into him, fuck him till he can’t stand, Billy’ll fuck his pretty pretty piggy until it hurts. Filthy piggy… you fucken whore, Billy’s gonna find you, going to make piggy scream.” He snorted. “Scream piggy, scream for Billy… Filthy Billy... Nasty-” 

Slam

Brahms flinched back as the other end of the line went dead. He glanced down at the cum across his midsection and his already growing-hard cock. Billy’s words bounced around his head as Brahms set the phone back into its place, staring at it for a moment, wishing that Billy would call back. His heart raced while staring at the phone, but after standing there for a moment, nothing happening, Brahms sighed, turning back to his secret passageways to hide away in his room once more. He could only wait for the next wrong number and hope it was as interesting as this one, and until then, the memory of Billy’s sickly sweet voice and the threats? Promises? He had made would stay with Brahms for a long while.

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I never post the smut I write, so I donno. If you made it this far, I guess you liked it, so thanks :)

The reason why it takes so long for me to write my Lenzshire stuff is because I have to spend just so much time making fun of Billy being short (he's an inch taller than me)

I luv them sm, they are so cute together

Lenzshire for Christmas. LENZSHIRE FOR CHRISTMAS.

I am so so normal about them. So very very normal.

Now let’s see if I can color it.

And I love them 🥺😁

They Love Each Other Really

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omg,,,theyre gonna kiss,,,

lenzshire brain rot :))

Я не могу это слишком смешно пзпзахаххпхах

shit, I have 4 photos left about Billy and Brahms, okay, I'll post them later 💖

actually in love with @spookysweaterblog's slasher teams rn