Hehehehehehehehe such tasty treats. Can I have ✊️
🛏🌹🙈🎇👄 for Brad please? I dropped everything when I got a notification from ya. Also thank you again for the headcanons..... I wanna give you a big old smooch on the forehead
*RING A DING DING* I require more forehead smooches please and thank you!!!
Before you were ever a thing, Brad would have endless wet dreams about you. He'd wake up most mornings achingly hard, and desprately trying to hold onto the fleeting visions of you from his fantasies as he'd rub one out.
Sure, it was a little frustrating, and certainly not information he'd volunteer. But between dreams that leave him sexually frustrated, or dreams where he has to relive the traumas of his work life—he's pick you 1000% of the time.
Y’know, sometimes when you wake up in the morning, and you can feel his morning wood up against your ass, but rather than saying anything, you try to instigate something by grinding on it… but they never get what you’re trying to do?
Brad is not one of those clueless big spoons. He gets it, and he’s more than happy to comply. He loves doing it like this, when you’re both still warm and cosy under the covers, sunlight just starting to peek in through the curtains as you kiss and cuddle, and make love with the most minimal of effort.
Definitely the type to conflate romance and intimacy. Like, doing romantic things with the expectation that he’ll be rewarded sexually. He doesn’t get mad or feel put out when you don’t respond with sex, but he does have some pretty lethal confused puppy dog eyes that he doesn’t even realise he’s doing.
He also doesn’t realise when the script is flipped. He loves being wooed, loves when you bring home beer and chocolate or being surprised with dinner plans, be they homemade or a fancy restaurant. Whenever you take that kind of initiative and make him feel special, he almost always puts out, even if you’re not expecting him to.
You booked a romantic weekend getaway in a cottage in the woods? You bet your ass he's bringing flowers and wine and offering to fuck you on a picnic blanket under the stars.
🙈 something they’re shy about asking for
He’d never admit to it, but sometimes Brad sees you as kind of a trophy. He loves you for who you are, and wouldn’t change a thing, but he gets ripped on a lot at work, so when you stop by the station or attend as his plus one to work do’s, it’s incredibly validating and a hell of a turn to see you turning the heads of the same guys that call him chicken heart.
He knows it’s wrong to objectify you like that, but it doesn’t stop the smug grin that creeps onto his lips when he puts his arm around you and wags his brows in Barry’s direction. He wouldn’t dream of asking you to play into it, but on occasion he does find himself asking you about that one outfit when you’re stuck for things to wear.
He’s not particularly noisy during sex, that is, up until the last 10% of sex. He can’t hold it back once he’s on the edge; he’s practically roaring like a bear, panting and moaning.
Not much of a dirty talker either, but he’ll murmur back anything you want him to say in those moments where he’s seeing stars.
One of S.T.A.R.S best kissers. Brad doesn’t have that much trouble getting girls; he’s silly and a bit sensitive, and he’s got a good job. It’s everything that comes after the 3rd date that’s a problem.
He’s not shy about touching you; pulling you in by the waist or cupping your cheeks to keep your attention on him. He starts slow and small, testing the waters by peppering your lips with little kisses until you start to warm to them.
As things heat up, he gets more intense, more deliberate. Holding you close as you melt more and more into each other.
