#Brahms headcanons

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

Slashers when their s/o is REALLY touchy.

Contains: Thomas hewitt,brahms heelshire, Billy lenz, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair & Lester sinclair

Thomas hewitt

Tommy adores it when you just wanna latch onto him and never let go but he does have things to do and so do you!

He's always in bed after you so you as soon as he sits on the bed you surprise hug him from behind and he just accepts it lol. You stay like that for a bit before you realise he's actually dosing off.

One time when it was a stressful day and the texas heat was getting to Tommy. You wanted to just smother him with hugs but when you went in for one he snapped and shrugged you off, huffing. I mean you were hurt but you let it go and went back inside , Tommy realised what he had done and went after you and for the rest of the day you were hand in hand

He likes it when at the dinner table your hand finds it way onto his thigh and you look up into his eyes with a smile full of love. He loves you so much!!!!

Brahms heelshire

Well isn't that fantastic because he's also extremely touchy!!

Your going back and fourth, your hands on his hair? Well his hands are on your waist! There is never a moment when you two arent touching

One time you yelled at him for being so childish and he sulked into the walls and didn't come out. You layed in bed hugging a pillow trying to picture it as him but you just couldn't so you gave up. You found yourself walking into the kitchen to find brahms sat at the table eating some toast. "Brahms can you come to bed with me? I can't sleep without you..." you sheepishly said. He stood abruptly and walkedover to you hugging you tightly. You both said sorry and cuddle eachother up in bed. Getting tangled in each other.

So basically what I'm saying is that you two are glued by the hip.

Billy lenz

He appreciates the physical affection. Like EXTREMELY, for example if you pat his shoulder he would cream is pants..... that's how touch starved my man is.

He's pretty aggressive and doesn't realise he's squeezing you instead of just a nice hug. You have to show him the ways and hekk soon get it.

When the sorority girls are out and your the only one left inside the house you listen carefully for the attic to open and a giggly man to appear at your door. He's like a cat,he'll curl up in your lap and lays there while you pet him.

He does unfortunately makes everything sexual, if your on your bed ontop of him he will thrust up into you trying to get some sort of relief.

Bo sinclair

He does tense when he is touched. He just doesn't know when your being genuine. You can understand why he reacts badly to physical touch.

He likes it when he's sitting on the couch and you plant yourself on his lap and start to play with his hair. He leans into you while your doing this.

He's not as touchy so when you start climbing all over him he does get frustrated. He's his own person and needs space too.

But at night he does enjoy being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and chuckling to himself when he feels you fidgeting with his hands. He just can't deny your cuteness.

Vincent sinclair

Similar to his brother. He needs space especially when he's working. He doesn't want hot wax to spill onto his partners soft delicate skin! But when he isn't doing anything he's busy holding your hand and letting you drag him along.

When you can't help yourself and just want to stick to him while he's working he does allow it only if your behind him. He does shrug you off when he's got to focus on something or when your getting too touchy.

I mean hes a bit brain dead, he doesn't know what's the difference between just wanting a hug and wanting to do more than that but when your hands start pressing against certain parts of his body he starts to catch on and drops everything.

He won't really admit it but he really enjoys being little spoon he likes it when you press yourself against him and sit your head on top of his. Plus it's a bonus for you! Because he can't escape your grasp at night and go over work himself.

Lester sinclair

Bros a pretty princess, he loves your hands on him. When he's luring talking to some city folks your next to him holding his hand tightly, hiding yourself into his side.

You and Jonesy shower this handsome boy with kisses and you continue doing this for the rest of day.

He doesn't like it when your near the roadkill pit. He doesn't want you slipping and going in!

At night he lovessss cuddles, he likes digging his face into your chest. Ofc jonesy is included x

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Pls request! I do appreciate it and it gives me a challenge:)

[g0thic-ghost]

Slasher’s in bed HCs, ( 3 Slashers ).

Hello, this is my first fanfic on my blog so the writing won’t be as good (aside from it also turning out bad because I’m half asleep). But, 18+ themes will be up ahead and Gender neutral reader. Slashers being ‘used’ : Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz.

REQUESTS : OPEN

Bubba Sawyer

Even if Bubba did the terrifying things he does, he is still a sweet and innocent soul. So, when you had suggested to take things ‘further’ into your relationship he became a stammering, dark-red, nervous reck.. “Why would they suggest that”, was all he could think when you suggested ‘that’. 

Though, he was nervous, he still gave in. As he wanted to make you as happy as ever and give you as much love as he could, resulting in you two having a ‘moment’ in the small bedroom you two shared.

When you two were getting ‘ready’ and undressed in front of him, Bubba couldn’t help but just examine and stare at your body, like if it was some beautiful peace of art that could easily please the eye. “ So beautiful “ was all he could think the moment he saw you drop your pants down to your ankles. 

Bubba is an absolute mess when it came to the part where he had to undress himself, being dark red and holding his hands to his mask. As if he was hiding himself from you.. Resulting in you having to help him take off his clothes, which was a lot of work from how much he would squirm.

Soon enough, you two started to share a moment together.. Lying on your back on the small bed as Bubba took himself upon you, his hands holding themselves up on the sides of the bed. 

Bubba is really sweet and gentle with you when it came to actually doing ‘it’ , entering you very slowly and giving you a few minutes to adjust to his thick size. And soon giving you slow thrusts

Bubba is showering you in kisses the whole time. Planting soft kisses on your cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone and everything he could reach from the position he is in. 

Bubba is a little loud, from how much he moans, squeals, groans, etc. Poor Bubba just can’t handle the new feeling, he feels pleasure, excitement and love for you. 

Bubba is a little touchy, as he slowly gets the habit of running his hand up and down your small body. Wondering how you could take his size and why exactly do you feel so much pleasure, but also enjoying the feeling of your soft skin grazing against his rough palms.

Aftercare from Bubba is just precious. He soon finishes and immediately curls himself up to you and covers the two of you with a blanket, as he runs his hands through your hair while he makes soft humming noises against your neck.. After your cuddle session finishes and you calm yourself, Bubba will clean you up and give you a new pair of clothes. (Which is always a shirt of his and nothing else, but you don’t complain much because of how comfortable they are).

Brahms Heelshire

When you first suggested taking things ‘further’ in your relationship with Brahms, he was immediately shocked at this suggestion as he never expected the relationship to come to ‘this’. All Brahms could think was “Are you lying?” Or “What?!”.. But as soon as you confirmed you wanted to do such activities he immediately became an excited mess. 

Brahms didn’t hesitate one bit as he answered to your suggestion with a firm, “Yes.. Please.” , which resulted in you heading to the guest room in the house to have your special ‘moment’.

As the two of you got ‘ready’ to have this special moment, you sat on-top of the soft cushions that were placed on the bed and Brahms quickly followed behind you and sat right next to you.. Slowly placing his hand on you thigh and leaning into you, sharing a (messy) passionate kiss with you. All he could do was run his hands over your thighs and up your stomach the more he leaned into the kiss.

Brahms soon finished the kiss, but slowly started to tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling he wanted it off.. And now. Which soon turned into him being fully naked as Brahms lied you down and placed a pillow right under your lower back. 

Soon enough, you got comfortable by the pillow which was placed on your back by Brahms but this relaxation soon was interrupted as Brahms started to run his hands up your thighs and onto your knees, ‘using’ them to spread your legs open to him. Brahms held tight at your ankles so you wouldn’t dare to move and interrupt him.

Brahms is a little messy and rough when he does ‘this’, placing his tip right at your hole and not hesitating to immediately thrust into you. Moaning loudly as he does. 

Brahms is very touchy, running his rough palms up and down your gentle skin. Touching at your ankles, shins, knees and thighs which he always made sure to give a hard squeeze just so he could hear those gasps that came out of you every-time he did so.

Brahms is extremely loud, from how much he moans and groans, such words as “Do.. So you like what I’m doing to you?” , “So so.. Good”, and “Mmmmmoree!” Coming out of his mouth while he thrusts inside of you, being sloppy in his pace as he just wants to get the best angle. He is practically begging for more even if he is having everything he could possibly have.

Brahms is extremely needy and controlling, begging at you to moan and talk to him from how much he loves the way your voice sounds when you’re in this situation. But controlling with you body, pulling at your ankles for you to moan his name or simply to bring you closer to him.

Aftercare from Brahms is not heaven or hell, it’s just ‘right’.. Brahms soon finishes when you finally get some ‘relief’, and immediately crawls up to you and holds you tight in his arms.. Wanting every last drop of attention from you. Kissing at your face so you could do the same back until he finally falls asleep in your arms. 

Billy Lenz

You and Billy were sitting on your bed as he lied his head on your lap and had his hands above his head and holding right up to the sides of your hips, giving them light squeezes which in someway made you bring up the suggestion of do ‘that’. As soon as the words you spoke to him about being intimate, Billy practically perked up and a smile crept up on his face. All he could think was the nasty thoughts that built up in his head.

Billy immediately said yes, as he shook his head, bumping his head up against your lap. “Yes! .. Yes yes YES! Billy is so nasty.” He babbled at you as he quickly sat up and pulled you down, resulting in this ‘moment’ starting.

As you got ready for the ‘moment’ to share with Billy, you started to take off your clothes which made Billy practically drool at just the sight of your bare skin being shown to him, and him only. He was staring at you like you were a whole-course meal and he was a starving man about to dig in.

Billy soon gets out of his trance which was caused by your body and he follows your steps, clawing at his dark green sweater to take it off (practically ripping it in pieces in the process). And tugging down his pants, soon stepping to you and lying you down to start his ‘work’.

Soon enough the special moment starts as he places his hands on your ankles and pulls your legs apart so you could spread for him, Billy looks like a rapid animal about to prance at their prey when he takes in the sight you are presenting to him. You could see drool building up at the small cracks of his mouth as he starts to stick his tongue out.

As you brace yourself and close your eyes, feeling some relaxation come to you, it immediately gets interrupted by Billy. Who quickly places his tongue on your hole and gives it long and wet licks, groaning and huffing as he does.. 

He is an absolute mess! Drooling all over your hole and huffing onto you, he was hungry for you from how much he imagined doing these things to you. He’s lapping his tongue right at your hole and sometimes sticking it in just to tease or even taste you.

Billy is extremely touchy, running his hands all over the places he could reach.. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading on the soft skin that ran along them and giving them squeezes every time you would moan, (he loves the sounds of your moans, knowing he is the cause of all of your loud noises).

Billy is quite loud from how much he is moaning, groaning, and huffing.. “Mmmmuhh.. Tasty!” , “Billy is so.. nasty!” , “Little piggy is moaning just for me!” Is some of the things he is telling you or just moaning out in general while he licks you in a quick pace.

Billy is very sexual with you and just like he says, nasty. Rolling his eyes back as he licks at you and tastes you, his eye twitching slightly at every moan you let out, shoving his head into you, saying the nastiest things to you, or simply just being as sloppy as he could be. Whilst he runs his hand down to dick, giving it soft strokes which just makes him go more crazy for you

Aftercare from Billy is not so much from what you expected from him.. He does give effort though! As soon as you finish on his face he quickly licks up all the juices you left on him and soon cleans himself and you up with his tongue, after he ‘cleans you up’. He crawls up and ontop of you and gives you a messy kiss before getting up and putting a blanket over you, until he finally walks away so he could go back to his little hiding space. Leaving you curdled up in a blanket and panting from what he had just done.

[limehaspassed]

Brahms with a Petite S/O

(Brahms Heelshire x GN!Reader)

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A collection of headcannons/ imagines about Brahms being with a petite s/o who’s insecure about their height. This is basically a self-insert, not sorry.

P.S. you basically take Greta’s place.

Content Warning: Mentions of sex and praising.

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You’ve always been short your entire life and everyone, at some point or another, has pointed it. It’s been mentioned so much to the point that it grew to be a sensitive subject. You were self conscious about your height, how small you were compared to everyone else.

Despite how self conscious you were, men would jot on you left and right, flirting and making moves you didn’t want them to make. You denied each one of them, despising them for only liking you because of how small you were compared to them, as if you were nothing more than sex doll.

When you got the job as a babysitter for the Heelshire’s, you were beyond ecstatic when you can to the realization you were babysitting a doll. Children would often tease and pick fun of you for your height, so you were glad this one couldn’t talk.

Of course, you attended your duties, following the routine, glad to be out of the sight of everyday people. You even had a grocery boy so you didn’t have to leave the house, only downside was that he seemed to be like every other man you encountered, seemingly stricken with you at first sight because of your height.

You had a suspicion that someone else lived in the house when things turned up missing, when food seemed to disappear from the fridge, and when objects seemed to clatter about in the night.

This was confirmed when you and said grocery boy had gotten into a fight, you growing tired of his advances. He had backed you against the dining table, the force of you falling practically falling against enough to knock the doll off the table.

It shattered and your heart dropped.

That was when Brahms came out of the walls, showing himself to you. He practically looked over you, even though he was across the room.

He immediately went after the grocery boy, you don’t like to remember what happened next.

When had finished his business with the grocery boy, he turned to you. You heart had dropped, you stomach churning, and your palms sweating.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to break it. We can… we can glue it back together.” Your words came out in pieces, dear gripping you tight. You were almost sure you were going to die.

He didn’t kill you, in fact, he ignored the doll and walked over to you, now towering over you. You were scared to meet his eyes. He placed a hand on your shoulder, it wasn’t aggressive but it wasn’t quite gentle.

You looked up, your eyes connecting with his, his eyes staring back into yours. You felt even smaller in this moment, tinier than you already were.

You didn’t know what to do so you just continued to follow the schedule, grabbing at strings.

“It’s bedtime, Brahms.” You whispered.

He allowed you to lead him to bed, his hand slipping into yours as you led him up the stairs. Your heart had skipped a beat at how massive his hand was compared to you, your hand was completely engulfed by his. It only reminded you of how pathetic your body was.

You tucked him in and went to leave when he asked for a goodnight kiss. You reluctantly kissed him and he met you tenfold, grabbing you and pulling your close. You felt small in his grasp, smaller than you’ve ever felt.

When he had released you from the kiss, you said goodnight and left, closing the door behind you and falling to the floor.

What the hell was that?

The next day, you had resumed the schedule, but with the actual Brahms instead of a doll. It was odd and it would take some getting used to, but a part of you didn’t mind, you were quickly growing used to his presence.

Besides the kiss from the night before, he hasn’t made any advances and he doesn’t comment about your height.

Whenever he sees you struggling to grab something, he’ll grab it for you, not saying anything rude or criticizing you.

As months passed, you two grew closed to the point you were basically dating, you both slept in the same bed now.

When it was bedtime, he would lay down next to you and pull you close against him, wrapping his body around you. It comforted you, giving you a sense of safety despite the brutality you had seen him perform once before.

For once in your life, you didn’t hate your height. However, sometimes, you couldn’t help but retreat back to those insecurities. Whenever this happened, Brahms would come up behind you and wrap you in his arms, peppering the top of your head in kisses. Sometimes he would tickle you, wanting you to smile instead of frown.

Sometimes, kisses and tickles weren’t enough, your mind far too clouded by insecurity to even recognize his touch. That was when Brahms would use his words.

“Perfect for holding.” He would say, picking you up with ease. A part of you hated how easily he could pick you up but another part of you loved it, finding it fun to be picked up and held close to the person you loved

When that didn’t work, he would bring you over to a tall surface and stand you up on top of it. He would look up at you, his blood shot eyes creasing as he smiled.

“Your tall now.” He would amaze.

You would be forced to stand up there until you had enough of being tall, missing your regular height.

Sometimes these insecurities of yours will come out in bed, when the two of you are in the heat of the moment. His hands would rest upon your body and you couldn’t help but think about how much bigger he was than you, how small and insignificantly pathetic you were next to him.

He would praise you for the rest of the night, listing off different reasons why he liked your height, why he thought you were cute, the perfect size.

Usually he liked to be praised but he would make an exception for you.

Sometimes, as a mean tease, when you wanted to kiss him, he would refuse to bend down, forcing you to try and desperately reach his lips on your owns. This usually resulted with him being slapped on the arm. He would eventually give you the kiss, always whispering something about how cute you were when you were made.

In his eyes you were perfect, no matter how short you were.

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Thank you for reading and I’ll see you next time 🖤

Also, send me Brahms requests, please. I love my silly wall man but sometimes I find it hard to make stories about him. Help a person out :)

[urfavlovelyhotmess]

Lester, Vincent, Jason and Brahms are the type to be begging on their hands and knees with tears in their eyes to give their partner head. They’re obsessed with it, they do it for their own pleasure not for yours.

[buggwrites]

Brahms Heelshire headcannons

Warnings:

nsfw mentions at one part, but other than that none

He is definetly a brat, retaliating every time you ask him to help with even the smallest things like bathing himself. He'd probably have child-like fits often because of this very reason. He can go as far as to throw things and turn whole rooms completly upside down. When he realizes what hes done, he'd hide in the walls on the old, small bed located in the little room held in the walls and refuse any of your attempts to interact for a while, such as asking to help clean up the mess he's made.

When he finally calms down from these fits, he's a general love-bug, always pampering you with flowers he picked from the garden or small drawings he did. He's a total sweetie when hes not having a tantrum of some sort, and cuddles and kisses are his main apology when he does something bad.

He loves any type of attention from you, due to being starved of it for years, and he melts into you anytime you touch him. While cuddling, he'll wrap his arms around your middle as your stomach presses into his. That's his favorite position; when you're laying on your side and facing him. That way he can see all of you, from your face to your body. He'd hold you close to himself, whining any time you try to move away, even if it was to do something simple like go to the bathroom or eat.

He doesn't know proper manners like personal space or to not watch someone every waking second of their day. He will follow you everywhere, going into the walls to watch you if he needs to. He's also very touchy, grabbing you in every way he can at any time he can, whether its a hug, a hand on the shoulder, kisses, grabbing you by the waist or hips, mask covered face pressed to your neck, hand on the thigh, or something else.

He loves to bite. He sinks his teeth into you whenever his mask is off, on the hand, arms, and neck most of the time, but he will bite whatever he has access to. He bites pretty hard too, always sure to leave marks so whenever you truly have to leave, everyone will see.

He worships you in every way, telling you everything he loves about you. Hate your freckles / birthmarks ? He'll kiss all of them and tell you one good thing about yourself for each one. Hate your scars ? He'll trace them and ask about their story. Don't like your tummy ? He'll cuddle you close and tell you he wouldn't have a better cuddle partner because youre like a big marshmallow. He'll love you for all your insecurities, and wont stop loving on you until you love them like he does.

During sex, he doesnt really seem to care about his own pleasure as much as yours. He will find your kinks, whether you tell them to him yourself or not. He will watch you self-pleasure to see what you like best. Sure, he wont like the idea of you not letting him dick you down and doing it yourself, but he wants to make sure he knows what makes you feel best, and will utilize this knowladge well. He will please you in ways you couldnt even do yourself, and always leave your legs trembling because of how big he is. In my mind, I believe he is around 12 inches big.

His hair is naturally very soft, and its nice to play with and pull. He loves it when you ruffle your fingers through it while cuddling, kissing, or when he lays his head on your lap whilst you read to him. His curls bounce back up when your hand brushes past it.

His mask usually stays on, and it takes a lot of begging from your end to get it off, but on rare occasions he'll take it off for you, and you smile as your eyes are met with that familliar, handsome, scarred face that was covered with facial hair. His eyes are also very pretty, a true green that had an explosion of blue spreading from his pupils. It was like a supernova explosion trapped in his eyes.

He hates chores for many reasons, but the big 2 are that 1, it takes you away from him, and your attention on him is deprived and makes him want to crawl back into the walls, and 2, you will usually ask him to help, which he hates, but when you give him that one certain look, he cant help but comply to your wishes. He wont do much, but he will do just enough to where you give him a peck on the forehead, cheek, or lips and call him a good boy.

He absolutely dies for any praise, being told he did a good job on any task he does makes his heart ring with joy. And if you compliment his appearence in any way (i.e. calling him "pretty boy"), it will guarentee you lots of kisses and attention for the rest of the day.

He will usually talk in 3rd person point of view in his childish voice as well, especially when throwing tantrums. His accent is much more noticable when he speaks in that higher tone, and when he speaks he usually talks in small blurbs instead of true sentences, as a child does (i.e. "Brahms tired", " Very hungry", etc.). But when he does speak in his normal, much deeper voice, its usually when hes calm or trying to intimidate you. Its very attractive, his real voice. You aren't very sure why he doesnt use it as often as he should, but you don't press for an answer.

The end.

That's all the hcs of mine i can think of !! Thanks for reading :] might update occasionally !!

[devil-doll13]

Some Brahms Heelshire headcanons that have been little worms rotting my brain for a while. I want to understand him better <3

Many of these are x reader bc I couldn’t help myself

Starting with some ‘common knowledge’ stuff I generally agree on: yes, he is a sweaty boy. I actually think he has more anxiety than you might initially think he has, and this nervousness sort of goes towards causing it.

I touched on this in my Brahms fic months ago but this man really needs a routine in his life. He needs consistency and structure, and doesn’t react well to sudden change. He needs to approve of every nanny that is offered to him, they can’t just be introduced without his say-so. Nor can any of his rules be broken or altered, or ever strayed from. He’s very particular about certain things and what he likes and dislikes. Put it this way: if he isn’t pleased with something, you will know one way or the other.

His diet is very predictable and simple - some might even say bland - and this is also along the same line as this need for routine. Side note, but I think if you gave him spicy food he’d probably die or something… He’s English after all kwkdflf

Being confined inside the walls of the Heelshire estate most of the time has led to him developing a touch of Agoraphobia. He’s also definitely an indoors person, while I believe he may be able to appreciate the beauty of nature, mostly something like a well-tended garden, he’d prefer to remain at a distance. If he had to choose, he enjoys admiring english roses the most. He wouldn’t protest much if you decided to bring in a few to put in a vase.

Also, the vast amounts of time Brahms has on his hands (when not spent watching his nanny or parents, when they were still alive) goes towards cultivating his many hobbies; and he has many different interests. He may not have been part of any public schooling system, but that doesn’t really mean anything, he absorbs information eagerly regardless. He’s an avid reader and probably knows the Heelshire mansion’s library inside and out at this point, with both fiction and non-fiction (although you just know he was raised on a diet of pre-approved classics) catching his interest. Some of these beloved favourites are quite weathered and worn-out now. You know the kind I’m talking about, hanging practically by a thread from the spine…

Brahms is also a big music guy. His parents probably were as well. I mean, I personally believe they named him after the composer. We see in the movie that the music needs to be played loud, probably so he can hear reverberating all through the house (although tbh the way the house is, it doesn’t take that much. He still just wants it LOUD). Given that we can see a violin in his room, as well as sheet music, I think he can play both it and the piano. It would’ve been difficult for him to stop enjoying this, since he had to pretend he didn’t exist when a nanny/Greta was there.

Before the fire, his parents (particularly his mother) saw his upstart skill with music as the potential to become the next great composer, and pushed him towards improving it. Even if these expectations caused some stress for him back then, Brahms still loves playing dearly now.

He also sees this as an opportunity to impress upon you that he’s incredibly suave and attractive and cultured™️ so that you’ll stay. In his mind, if he comes across as interesting enough, he’ll have a better chance of wooing you into permanent residence in his house. That grocery boy is his sworn enemy in part because, deep down, he‘s self-aware enough to know that there are many difficulties to being with a man like him. Brahms is a complex mixture of quite spoiled and entitled vs insecurity, and he doesn’t enjoy confronting these thoughts either.

Oh, as for how he’d react to new music that isn’t classical, I don’t think it would entirely be a hatred for something new. While there may be a period of ‘what is this s/o this is not on the schedule?’ Brahms is a curious boy at heart, a man who was sequestered from the rest of the world and had much of his knowledge intake restricted, particularly by his mother. It will not be an immediate appreciation from him, but I think that this curiosity - and his desire to get to know you better - will win over in the end.

While I know it’s popular consensus that he’s a horny boy and very clingy and touch starved, (which I agree with to some degree), I also think one thing he’s been missing his entire life is good, intelligent conversation. His parents tended to talk at him rather than to him, and, well… It’s left him quite isolated and lonely, only able to imagine making a human connection through novels and daydreams. Brahms is one of the few slashers who does speak and I think he can speak quite well and eloquently. This might surprise you if you’ve gotten used to the doll persona, but Brahms the man is so real, so raw, and he’s formed an unbreakable bond with you before you’ve even realised he exists. He craves a genuine connection with you that goes beyond just lust, and I honestly believe he can be gentle. We see how tenderly he treats the Greta doll for instance, how it seems to be well looked after and given lots of space on his bed. A real person isn’t the same as a body-pillow, but… I don’t think he’d be as terrible a lover as people think.

He absolutely has major attachment issues and separation anxiety though. It only gets worse after Greta, after his parents… And yeah, he is clingy as fuck. Brahms can get addicted to actual, physical human touch very quickly. For far too long, he’s been substituting with pillows and dolls; but he’s had quite enough of dolls, now. I can honestly see him developing some resentment towards the thing, because although it has been his ‘persona’ for many years, it isn’t really him. Basically, once he’s revealed himself, Brahms could care less what happens to it… It might be therapeutic for him to even smash it himself, yeah? It’s a tantrum he needs to throw.

Anyway on a lighter note, it gets very draughty in the Heelshire mansion - it’s old, after all. He’s a hound for cuddles all the time, but especially during the winter months because he’s desperate for some heat and human connection. He enjoys lying on top of you like some kind of weighted blanket, and also likes it when you do the same to him. Curl up on his fuzzy chest and pour over a book together, it’s practically mandatory at this point <3

I can’t see him wanting children with you at all, sorry. He’s way too selfish honestly lol. He hogs your affection and love day and night and he’s pretty shameless about it. Besides, he’s just not father material to be entirely honest. he’s your baby why do you want another one

Also any pets you have are on on thin ice… He wouldn’t hurt them (I wouldn’t like to believe so anyway) but he’s always jealous and sulky if he thinks you’re spending more time with them than him, even if it’s like. Five more minutes yes he has a record, probably a calendar or something. He tends to plop his curly head on your lap and demand you stroke it and lavish your attention on him until he’s satisfied. Which will probably be never tbh.

[kurakuradon]

🤍🐰🐻🤍

[2braincellslz]

Tw: abusive relationships

[haunted-unknowns-world]

Bro I’d dead be down to like proof read and final edit y’all fanfic writers (and especially y’all smut writers) works. (That’s the part of English class I actually passed.) I’d definitely do it for free but some extra cash would be nice too! I have a whole sob story about how my job don’t respect their workers and don’t pay them livable wages but I’ll spare you. HMU!!🫶🏻

[chubbyreaderchan]

I'm curious when reading Brahms stuff which voice do you hear? The deep one or the childish one?

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

《☆Bath time☆》

Brahms heelshire x fem!reader

I'll get round to doing a male reader don't worry

Fluff? I mean they'll be non-sexual nudity and a few dirty thoughts from our rat King 👑 🐀

Warnings: nudity,dirty thoughts from brahms, mention of breasts ,hoes in a tub.

Not proofread. I was half asleep writing this.

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You undressed yourself, tossing the dirty clothes to the corner. 'I'll pick them up later' you thought. As you tested the temperature a creak in the floorboards caught your attention. You turned around slowly seeing brahms stood there awkwardly with his arms behind his back. "I thought you said you were going to undress?" You said, placing your hands on your hips. Having zero shame of being in complete nude. "This was your idea anyway..." you mumbled, stepping into the bath careful to not spill any bubbles. You adjusted to the heat and sighed as you got comfortable.

Brahms waddled over and shakily slid off his cardigan. After a while being with brahms you decided that his wardrobe needed an update and brought him all this lounge wear. So seeing what he was wearing under the cardigan, it being a long sleeve t-shirt and some sweats for leg wear you got him,made you softly smile. "Don't you look handsome in your new clothes mister!" You said, as brahms cheeks tinted pink at the compliment. Not like you could see with the mask on his face.

He was now fully naked aswell, bashfully stepping into tub. He sat (uncomfortably may I add) cross-legged inbetween your legs. You chuckled as he squeezed himself together so he could fit. "Brahmsy cmere!" You laughed as you spun him around so he had his back pressed up against your chest. His eyes widened as he could feel your breasts pushing up against him, his mind went through every naughty thought he could think off before being snapped back into existence by your hands gently coming round to pull his mask off.

He sprung his arms up, causing a bit of a splash, to stop you from going any further. You let out a tsk and soothed him by rubbing his shoulders. "Do you want to be a clean happy boy?we gotta make sure your face is all fresh and handsome aswell silly!" You giggled as you rested your chin on his shoulder. His breathing hitched. He wanted to be a clean happy boy, He wanted to be all fresh and handsome, just for you. "I want to be a clean happy boy....for you" he muttered but loud enough for you to hear. You let out an aw at his adorableness and slowly but carefully removed his mask. "Now show me that gorgeous face of yours!"You cheered as he hesitantly turned his head. You looked at how handsome his face was and gave him a smile just to let him know that everything was ok.

You had washed brahms' hair which was extremely difficult as he was too big for the tub and it was harder because you were smothering the poor boy with your boobs, which I doubt he minded. You had scrubbed him clean and made sure no part of his body was unwashed. He enjoyed the part where you had to wash yourself ,watching you intently as you scrubbed your chest. You had firstly gotten yourself out the bath before brahms. You wrapped a towel around yourself and grabbed one for brahms. He snuggled himself up in the towel, shivering at the noticeable draft that was always in the mansion. "Cmon brahms let's get you ready for bed" you ushered him out the bathroom and into your bedroom.

He sat comfortably on the bed , waiting patiently for his clothes to be presented to him. You placed a pajama set on his lap as you went to go find your own pajamas. He looked down at the grey long sleeve shirt and the blue tartan pajama bottoms. He dried himself and put the pajamas on looking into the mirror in the corner, he looked up and realised he had left his mask in the bathroom and to be honest he couldn't be asked to go get it.

He turned around and watched you put on your matching pajama bottoms. He grinned happily and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms round your waist as he buried his face in your hair. "Don't we look dashing, let me just put my hair up then we can get into bed "you said reaching up to kiss his cheek. "Don't take to long y/n" he muttered as he made his way into bed still watching you intently.

You hopped into bed next to him getting ready to close your eyes until you felt a hand gently tap your shoulder. You opened your eyes confused, waiting for a response. "My goodnight kiss" he pouted as his eyes tried to stay open. You mentally punched yourself for forgetting something so important. You wiggled over to him and massaged his cheek as his eyes fluttered close. You gave him a loving peck on the lips before snuggling up into him. He reacted to this and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in more.

"Goodnight my baby boy"

"Night love"

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I am severely touch starved.

PLEASE REBLOG THANK YOU

[sykosomatic]

Can u do Michael myers headcannons with brahms pls and thank you, U don't have to but i very much appreciate it. thank you for ur time

michael myers x brahms?? ive literally never heard of that ship before, you’ve opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities lol, so thank you anon <3 (if that is indeed what you’re talking about)

michael myers x brahms (the boy) headcanons!

i didn’t know whether you wanted sfw or nsfw so i just did a few quick cute sfw ideas!

• i feel like they’re very kindred souls! they have the masks and the quietness in common, the sort of squeamishness about people, and their ability to be so easily obsessed over people

• which means that if the two of them were in any kind of relationship it would have the potential to be soooo toxic lol

• they could also be kind of good for each other? the very similar attitudes make me think that they’d also have the potential to be super close. like them both just parallel playing with each other, not having to talk, probably just being able to almost feel what the other person is thinking

• on the toxic side though, i feel like brahms is soooo jealous so if mikey was trying to branch off and do his own thing or hunt his own person there’s the potential for some animosity

• like imagine if they do both start to get interested in the same person and don’t necessarily want to share lol

•but if one isn’t interested in the other one’s plaything i think they’d be willing to help them with getting them tbh

• all in all i think they have the potential to be super close! that is if they don’t get into some kind of competition over somebody they’re both obsessed with lol

>> sorry it’s so short, i think because they’re so similar in my brain there’s only so much elaboration i can do (at least on the sfw side lol) <<

hope you enjoyed!!! <3

[redlighttokyo]

Cruel Summer

Chapter 1: So It Begins.

It was the morning you were leaving for Heelshire mansion to begin renovations. It was your dad’s dream to turn the mansion into a bed and breakfast. He said it’s seen enough tragedies for a lifetime, now it’s time for it to see community. Your dad told you that your grandparents would never allow it while alive. Your dad died when you were twelve. That was a brutal hit to you and your mum. Mainly because your dad was a handyman and the epitome of health, yet he dropped of a heart attack at thirty. Then your mum married Adam a couple years later.

This caused a sadness to settle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but frown as you carried one your suitcases to your crappy little BMW. Hooked in your other arm was Brahms. Since you got the doll a couple days ago you haven’t paid any mind to the doll or the booklet of rules and regulations to follow when caring for Brahms. You were probably going to take it to an antique’s dealer at some point.

You put Brahms in the front seat and buckled him in. You didn’t want to send the doll flying if you slammed on the brakes. That’s at least a hundred pounds that you can put toward your next tattoo fund. Just as you closed the boot to your car a silver Audi pulled up behind you. You smiled when you realized it was your mum and stepdad. You stepped back around to the side of your car.

Your mum looked stunning in simple tie-dye summer dress and black flip-flops. Her bleached blonde hair was twisted up into a messy bun at the top of her head. Your mum always looked like a super model; she was a model at one point. That means growing up she was very much into healthy eating and exercising regularly. Just looking at you and your mum side by side, the regular person wouldn’t be able to tell you were mother daughter. You look more like your dad. You have his dark curly hair and his almost grey-blue eyes whereas your mum is a natural red head and has green eyes. You couldn’t get a tan to save your life, your mum looks like she’s mixed. You’re introverted but you become extraverted when you’re in your element which is usually by yourself while your mum was extraverted and couldn’t keep to herself to save her life. You were so unlike your mum. And sometimes that distance feels extra big.

“You alright, luv?” Your mum asked as she came up to you.

“Yeah, I was just putting my things in the car,” you replied with your hands on your hips.

“Do you have anymore upstairs?” Adam inquired with a smile.

“Of course. I always leave the heavy stuff for you,” you told him with an equally happy smile then tossed him the keys to lock up when he was done. Adam was the definition of golden retriever. He loves to be involved in your life. Which made the transition from mum’s boyfriend to stepdad all that much easier.

“I’ll go get the last of your stuff. You two…... –interact,” Adam said as he wandered up the path to your front door. You understood from his awkwardness your mum had some things to say to you that you’ll probably not like. But what else is new? Since your dad died you and your mum have had a rocky relationship.

You sighed and itched your brow.

“Listen, I know how you feel about them. I feel the same way. But this is a major opportunity for me. If this pans out, then I can quit my dead-end job. I can start living not just surviving paycheck to paycheck,” you argued before she could say anything.

“I don’t like it. That family is messed up, who knows what kinds of trouble you’ll get into because of them,” your mum posed a good point. The Heelshire side of your family are…...–different. Your great aunt was supposedly into the occult and witchcraft. There was a feud between her and your grandpa a long time ago that never got resolved.

“I know you don’t. I don’t either. But I want to do this, for dad,” you told her honestly. If it weren’t for your dad’s dream you’d put it up for sale. And maybe you will. Your memory of Heelshire mansion was a bit fuzzy.

“Jesus have mercy, Evelyn,” she muttered in defeat. Your mum sighed heavily and looked away, peering into the car. Her eyebrows rutted together.

“What’s that?” She questioned, pointing to something in your car. You instantly knew she was talking about Brahms. Your mum has a deep hatred for that doll. After the real Brahms died your grandparents doted on this doll instead of their remaining son. Your dad had to spend his late teens and early adult years living in the shadow of a doll.

“Is that Brahms?!” Your mum exclaimed looking at you like you had done something wrong. You held your hands out in front of you in defense as you tried to gather your words.

“Evelyn Elizabeth,” your mum warned coldly.

“Okay, okay! It is Brahms but I’m taking him to an antique’s dealer next week. He’s not staying,” you explained as though your life depended on it. With how angry your mum looked; it could very well be.

Your mum placed her hands on her lower back and scoffed, shaking her head.

“You’re not following those stupid rules, are you?” She asked, trying to figure out if she should just smash the doll into pieces now or allow you to prove to her that your grandparents hadn’t brainwashed you.

“I haven’t even looked at the terms and conditions book,” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. This earned a snort from your mum as she broke out in a fit of giggles. Little to your knowledge this is exactly how your mum reacted when your dad wanted to bring her home for a few days and he had to go over the rules.

“Okay, this is the last of it.” Your stepdad, Adam, declared as he came walking down the small path with your duffle bag of power tools and your last suitcase. You opened the car door so he could unload in your backseat next to the cat carrier with Bandit, your cat, inside. The door closed and Adam handed your keys back to you before bringing you into one of his ‘dad hugs’. They weren’t the same hugs you got from your dad; they were different. But over time Adam’s hugs became something of a comfort to you.

“If you run into any problems at all, call me and I will drive out to help sort it out,” Adam told you as you two broke away from each other. You smiled and gave him a sure nod, telling him you’d do just that. Something you’ve always loved about Adam is he’s willing to help with problems, not solve them but assist. It always gave you a chance to fix it and then to reach out for help if you needed it.

“I guess I should get going,” you murmured. Your mum pursed her lips then opened her arms for a hug. You obliged. Your mum’s arms tightened around you. You can’t remember the last time she hugged you like this. It brought both comfort and a hint of dread.

“Call me when you get there,” she said, pulling away from you. You forced a smile to reassure her as you opened the driver’s side door. Your very full lanyard jingled as you waved awkwardly. Your mum and Adam stood on the sidewalk waving at you. You wondered if this is what it would’ve been like if you decided to go to university like the rest of your peers. That thought left a sour taste in your mouth.

You gave your parents one final wave before hopping into your crappy BMW. You turned the key to bring the car to life before putting on your playlist to listen to on the drive. You never really grew out of your alt phase, at least now you have more refined tastes, so your playlist shows that. And just like that, you were on your way to Heelshire mansion.

[indigosuvi]

You Killed.

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 349 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Featuring: Freddy Krueger, Brahms Heelshire, and Michael Myers.

Freddy knew everything. He gathered any and all information from people in their dreams. Even their deepest secrets.

How did you manage to keep that from him?

He had no idea.

He was overjoyed that you also liked killing as much as he did.

Together, the both of you would take people down.

Sometimes he watched as you handled it out there. Enjoying you being a vicious killer.

Brahms never left his house, he killed anyone that stepped foot into there. Everyone except for you.

Brahms would be distracted by helping to clean the dishes as you had asked him to when someone broke into the house.

You instantly took the person down and murdered them.

Brahms would stand knife-in-hand, watching as you took the person down.

He would need a little explanation, but after learning and understanding what you do.

It wouldn't bother him. He'd be glad to know that not only did he have a caregiver, but also one that could fight for him.

He would still fight and attack for you if you asked him to.

Michael would leave for one of his nightly killings and when he returned, you were gone.

He would search everywhere for you.

When he found you, he watched as you took someone down.

He stood there watching, waiting to see if you needed help. Maybe you were being attacked?

You took more people down. It became obvious very quickly to him that you, too, were a serial killer.

He wouldn't ask about it, but he would from time to time follow you and make sure you were okay and could handle yourself.

He didn't want you getting hurt.

He also enjoys killing on his own. Despite you also being a killer, it's something he wants to do on his own and doesn't really want to team up with others.

It's nothing personal. He's just been doing it single-handedly for so long and he doesn't want you getting hurt during the fight.

He still sees you as someone he has to protect and doesn't want you involved in what he does.

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[amomentsescape]

Slashers handling ovulating s/o?? 😚

Btw I love your work so much! You’re amazing

Slashers with Ovulating! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo

Warnings: MDNI, suggestive and mature content (It gets pretty steamy but nothing too crazy)

A/N: Definitely the most NSFW fic I've posted on this page. As a reminder, I don't write smut so this will probably be as steamy as I get for my posts. But this was a fun request, and I enjoyed writing for it! Thank you, Anon!

Freddy Krueger

Your dreams give you away

(Yes, he'll watch your dreams if he's not already controlling them; there's no privacy with this man)

And he's very interested in these dreams you've been having recently

It only takes a couple for Freddy to quickly snap

You'll go to sleep one night only to find yourself immediately in Freddy's domain

The setting and environment feeling very familiar somehow

You won't see him at first, but you'll definitely feel him around you, his voice echoing around the dreamscape

"Wanna make those dreams come true, baby?" he cackles throughout the darkness

Before you'll be able to respond, you'll feel his hand slide over your waist

The question was mostly out of politeness

He's not going to let you say no now that he has you (not that you were going to anyways)

Michael Myers

He picks up on everything in an instant

Your smell, your actions, your voice- literally everything is screaming at him

Now, Michael has a lot of self-discipline

He could just go about the day like usual and not need to indulge in anything

But he wants to

Don't mistaken this for "giving in"

It's just another way for him to put himself in control

You're just so desperate for him that he can just about get away with anything he wants

A simple touch has you weak in the knees, a slap on the ass has you arching your back

He could just absolutely ruin you these next few days

And he is very much planning on doing so

Jason Voorhees

Jason is fairly innocent when it comes to this sort of topic with you

But unlike Bubba, he does pick up on your teasing after a bit, he's just too flustered to do anything back

He loves the attention, but the way you're making him feel is causing him to freeze up and blush wildly under his mask

He knows you love him, but he can't understand how someone like you could possibly desire someone like him

He can't even hold eye contact with you when you're looking at him like that

When you've finally grown too impatient, you'll hop on his lap and grab his cheek, forcing him to look at you

He'll give you a big sigh and concerned eyes, silently asking if you're sure

"Jason. I want you. I want you and only you."

Those words must have been laced with magic, because a switch flips, and he's suddenly standing up, holding you bridal style

He'll toss you onto the bed and crawl on top, suddenly more confident than earlier

Looks like all he needs is a little bit of reassurance during this time of the month

Thomas Hewitt

It might just be the primal side of him, but he can literally smell it

Your pheromones during this time of month are always consistent to the point that he anticipates this weeks in advance

He lingers around you more often than normal (which isn't saying much since he stays near you 99% of the time anyways)

He's just waiting for the moment that you'll let him take a bite

And if you bump into him just slightly, his breath hitches and he'll freeze, hoping maybe you'll turn that bump into something more

Stands a little too close to you so he can breathe in your scent

But he's also hoping it'll increase the chance of you rubbing up against him on "accident"

This only makes things worse for the both of you until you two are finally alone together

All you have to do is give him that look, and he's throwing you over his shoulder, locking you two away for the night

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is a very innocent man

He didn't even really know what the concept of "sex" was before you

So unfortunately for you, pulling out all stops will quite literally do nothing

You could stand there completely bare in front of him, and he'll sweetly think you want to shower

That's not to say you're constant touches and flirting don't do anything for him

They do, he just doesn't understand what that feeling is yet

When you finally get to be alone with him, you'll gently let your hands wander, watching carefully at his reactions

Once you hit a sensitive spot, you'll know

His breath will hitch and he'll give you this soft, pleading look

And once you kiss him, that fire inside him will quickly engulf his body

You just have to give him a sweet questioning glance, and he'll be feverishly nodding his head, grabbing at your wrists to continue

Brahms Heelshire

To be honest, whether or not your ovulating doesn't really change how Brahms acts around you day to day

Because he is always down bad for you

But he does appreciate how quickly you seem to return his advances during this time of the month

He enjoys turning it into some sort of game when he can too

You'll feel his breath on your neck, only to be met with an empty room

You'll feel his gaze on you all throughout the house without a single sight of his whereabouts

When you finally have had enough, you'll break

Turning on the shower peaks his interest

And the moment he sees that first button of your top open, he's revealing himself from the walls

You've been working so hard for him today

He thinks it's time for you to finally relax

Norman Bates

Norman knows before you do

The sweet man tracks your cycles for you, always wanting to be prepared to care for you in the way you need

But this time of month isn't one where he feels too bold

He becomes even more shy somehow, having trouble holding eye contact

Every kiss or hug from you sets him aflame, and he turns into a blushing mess

It's honestly like he's the one who's ovulating

And all you have to do is hold him for just a little bit too long and whisper in his ear to make him break

He'll quite literally fall to his knees in front of you, waiting for anything

He'll do whatever it is you ask

Like I said, he wants to care for you in any way you need

Billy Loomis

He tries to be smug about everything

You're more affectionate than normal, even doing some PDA that he's not used to from you

He just acts like his usual self out in public

But the moment you two are alone, he confronts you

He'll pin you against the door, his free hand wandering across your skin while he looks at you with dark eyes

"You think I can't see what you're doing? It's not very nice of you to be such a tease."

His voice is barely above a whisper while his grip on you tightens

His wandering hand finds the most sensitive spot on you and squeezes, causing you to let out a whimper

He smiles in return

"You're going to have to do better than that to make it up to me," he whispers, leaning in gently

Stu Macher

Look at this guy

He literally can't keep his tongue in his mouth (sorry, bad joke)

He can tell something is up though

You're more cuddly than usual, practically sitting on his lap at all points during the day

And Stu does not mind one bit, but he isn't sure what's gotten into you

You're hoping he'll take the hint, but he's as oblivious as he is happy

It's only when you straddle his lap and kiss him deeply that he understands what's going on

His hands are on you in an instant

He'll happily oblige to your "demands"

Just be careful when and where you decide to break though

Because the moment you open that door, Stu will be having you in that instant

And if he has to pull you into a broom closet in public to do so...

He will

Vincent Sinclair

Despite barely seeing the light of day most of his life, he's fairly knowledgeable about everything

But unlike his brother, he doesn't really get driven up the wall by this time of the month

He just wants you to be happy, so if being flirted with and touched every two seconds is what you want, he'll happily go along with it

Even though his face feels like it's going to burn off again every time

He won't initiate anything, but he also won't say no to anything you do

Just guide his hands and tell him what you need, and he'll be helping you out instantly

He doesn't even expect anything in return

But when you smile at him just like that, his brain might short circuit

He'll be your slave if you ask nicely

Bo Sinclair

Bo is, well, Bo

He sometimes acts like he can't tell or that he's too "deep" into his work at the moment to be bothered

But he knows

And he loves the feeling of being needed and desired

You'll come up to him, hugging him for a bit too long, your hands lingering on his chest and torso

He likes to play coy

He wants to see you break first

He'll happily make it worse for you too

Hands on your waist, a gentle caress of your neck, that piercing gaze of his

He can see your face flush and body practically tremble at his actions

But he won't do anything about it

It won't be until the end of the day when he finally comes back home to find you already waiting at the door

You about have to throw yourself onto him before that smile finally breaks out onto his face

"So impatient, aren't we darlin'? Gonna show me just how badly you need me?"

[sleep-0-deprived]

⋆˚࿔Brahms Heelshire thoughts~!𝜗𝜚��⋆

Taglist: @asher-is-hotxp @unstab1eperson2 @kimisbunny @yyuinaa @silvern1006

A/N: jus some thoughts N’ personal feels bout one of ma fav boys, N’ written specifically for @creepy141dollie <33

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Personally I like thinkin Brahms S’ a big Ol baby, he’s touch starved at’ death N’ when you’re his new baby sitter all he can wonder as’ why’re you a boy? Where’s his nanny at…he’s silent as always creeping through in the walls just watchin the way you do things- he can’t deny how good ya are at all tha domestic stuff, house hubby material S’ what he first thought when he seen ya. You’re a sassy man he can tell that much bout you from the way you scold him and push out your bottom lip when lookin up at him, he doesn’t know how you made it past his old fashioned parents- maybe ya charms work on everyone.

Brahms S’ a total creep, he gives no privacy he stalks ya like a dog, he lurks even when ya ask him not to, he is obsessed all tha time- his infatuation holds no bounds N’ he isn’t afraid T’ watch your most intimate moments in tha shower or when you touch ya’self, Brahms hates when you lecture him, talkin bout how you wont let his cock near you sayin stuff like, “I only reward good boys” even tho knowin you, you’d start T’ feel bad N’ give into him by the end of the night— how could ya not with the way he begs you, his voice cracks N’ you can practically feel his tears behind that porcelain mask.

Bein his babysitter means giving up your life- he’s crazy N’ he’s toxic for you but you can’t bring yourself to leave him…you jus feel bad- he holds you an’ praises you like a god when he wants but he screams N’ throw fits over you when he’s upset— Y’ know you should runaway but you jus can’t- you’re in too far now anyway S’ why even bother to try N’ leave him? Ever since you took that job everything feels cold- the air, Your body N’ it’s all porcelain like, just like his mask. You used T’ love shopping but the most you do is go out into town T’ pick up groceries then ya go back to Brahms…that house has made you isolated from th’ world N’ Brahms doesn’t care at all, he jus wants you to himself.

Brahms is a manipulator, he uses your soft spots to get his ways, he promises all ya wanna hear jus to get you T’ stay. Brahms acts all innocent like he isn’t tha reason for your change in personality N’ he isn’t the reason you’re starting T’ slowly lose that sass, he’s worn ya down into a tired parent like person. Brahms uses his tears T’ wrap you around his finger knowin you can’t resist the way he clings to you like a god, Brahms worships the ground you walk on when you give him what he wants which is to ultimately have you forever.

Brahms S’ pent up all the time, sneakin off into your room when he needs tha love, not Carin bout anything jus getting your shorts down enough T’ shove his dick in ya while you sleepily hiss into the pillows whining bout how he’s bein rough- Brahms whimpers- he try’s ta be quiet but when your hole sucks him back N’ he loses it like a puppy poutin and moaning away on top of you clutching onto you hard while his hips erratically fuck you in ya sheets

Brahms fav position is cowgirl tho it should probably be cowboy W’ you on top- your hand gripping his shoulders working up N’ down taking his cock with ease while his eyes hold contact W’ yours- his breath is shaky N’ he can’t control how weak he feels but somethin bout his fave being covered starin into your soul the whole time has ya buckin down on his cock wildly “please- please, I need you, only you- just you- please” your body melted when those words left his mouth oh so pathetically- how could this be the same man who broke you down? How could he.. before you know it his semen S’ floodin inside you filling ya all full.