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Imagine Brahms allowing you to have sex with other men as long as he gets to watch from the walls. (And repeat whatever they do.)
Imagine the Heelshires not recognizing you after you apply for the nanny position. Except for Brahms. You weren’t sure what to expect, but him communicating through a doll wasn’t new. As playmates, Brahms had often tried to vicariously “marry” you by wedding his dolls to yours. What you were surprised by was how quickly he had come out of the walls. And how he had apparently decided you were the in need of nurturing.
It shouldn’t really matter, you’re still getting paid. Besides, it’s great that he’s so responsible. Cooking for you, cleaning up with you, tucking you in...
But is it really necessary for him to coax you onto his lap for story time?
Exactly !James Russell was the sole reason why I liked it! my request is that yn was his only friend. She was the caretakers daughter, and they were forced to separate when he killed that girl .Years later she comes back, but his parents don't recognize her, but Brahms does and now he's the one who takes care of her (I think it'd be a nice change, for him "playing the nanny" ) what do you think?
Ooh, role reversal. I’ll add this to the to do list.
I haven't seen The Boy II yet, but I heard it's not the same as the first :( I was wondering if I can request an imagine please?
Go ahead.
I looked at the cast and it doesn’t have James Russell, wtf.
Imagine Brahms deciding you two should have bath time together. You tell him no, so he keeps stealing your clothes until you relent.
Imagine Brahms getting so incredibly jealous when you bring over a one night stand, he bursts through the mirror and tries to pull the poor guy off of you mid-co!tus.
Note: Sorry, it was a funny mental image.
Imagine Brahms pulling you into the walls while you have people over because he’s feeling left out. You end up screwing so hard that the bangs and moans lead your guests to believe that there’s a poltergeist haunting the house.
Imagine Brahms doing you against the table to pass time while dinner's in the oven.
