#brahms heelshire drabble

[bibibudin]

This Sick Affection~

Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

Heyo~ the crowd has spoken and ya Filthies~ wanted first person pov. So I decided to mix this one up. I think I might make this a series... maybe we shall see. I guess it depends on what the crowd wants! Please let me know what you beautiful Filthies~ think!

Just a little Drabble in Brahms perspective~

Warnings: Mentions of killing/hurting, obsession, strong desire. (If I missed anything let me know)

Brahms POV~

I felt the strong need to have my hands on her, the way it would feel to squeeze her flesh tight. Not wanting to let go as if she would disappear from my sight. That’s what I was afraid of after all. The fear of losing her was something I didn’t dare to imagine, yet I did. Day in and day out. It cursed my brain every time I cast my eyes over her lovely form. I needed her from the moment I saw her and the moment I was able to have her it was even worse. 

If kryptonite was Superman’s weakness then she was mine. She was the flint to my steel that I needed to spark the well needed flame in my life. I was completely and utterly obsessed. Obsessed with the way she carried herself around the house, taking care of that stupid doll that should’ve been me all along. Im so glad she accepts the true me now. I’m obsessed with the sway of her hips and the hums that fall from her lips as she dances around the kitchen, cooking for me while she plays her favorite tunes. I’ve come to know some of the music she plays, I listened carefully to every single word. I wanted to know what she liked the most, although I hoped it was me who she liked best. 

I was obsessed with the way she read to me, how she would become one with the book. She got so invested in conveying the story, keeping me completely immersed in whatever she says. The one thing that had me on a hook for her the most, like a fish latching onto a Fishermans bait was her kiss. Her sweet soft kisses she would plant on my porcelain skin every night. It was bliss, it filled me with such passion. Such drive to ask for more but I didn’t. I was afraid that if I wanted too much I’d push her away. She told me that wasn’t possible, I really tried to believe her but it was hard.

Yet every time she kissed me I would forget the worries that consistently racked my brain. The soft wings of a butterfly blowing away all worries that clouded my thoughts. She was that butterfly, the beautiful image upon her wings blessing anything and anyone who is lucky enough to see it. I desired her so much. More than anything on this planet. I’d hurt whoever even thought bad about her. I’d kill for her. Whatever she asked me to do, I would do it without hesitation. 

If only she knew how desperate I was for her affection. How desperate I was for her. Would it scare her away? Or would she crave my sick affection, wanting more than what I let on?  

Thank you all for reading! if you liked this one you should check out my other Brahms fic here. As always if you enjoyed it please let me know in the comments or by reblogging. I love reading peoples tags it brings me life. Want more?? lmk!! Thank you Filthies~

[emmyfairy]

Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling

Hi anon, I officially love u for sending in a request 🙂

Request: Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling 

A/N: Okay I tried my best but please know! I am NOT Asian (technically) but I do know what it is like to get harassed and hated on for your heritage, I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough time 🙁- let me know if this is okay/ if ANYTHING is offensive and I will fix it!! (I’ve also never written headcanons before sooooooo)

Brahms

COVID? Pandemic? What on Earth are you talking about silly girl?? 🙃

Let’s be real our lovable wall crawler would hardly understand the pandemic, he never leaves the house after all, even if you try to get it through how awful it all is

He understands it’s something to be scared of, but doesn't really get it ya’know?

Let’s say you get back to the mansion one day after grocery shopping (the local store can’t deliver) and as soon as you walk in the door, you're slamming it behind you with tears in your eyes.

Brahms is immediately concerned, cocking his head and approaching you

Seeing him and all his cuteness just makes you want to cry more 

He wraps you up in his arms, a rare moment of him taking care of you, and carries you over to the couch (groceries be damned) 

After explaining to him what happened, about the cruel things people in town shouted at you, blamed you for, etc. the man was fuming

How could anyone say such things to his love?? His love??? You?? Like you're right there and so perfect, how could anyone just NOT see that?

Brahms can hardly relate to your struggle, he has never been singled out due to his race, but he would try his best to understand and comfort you

This includes lots of pampering and cuddles, ahem, clawfoot bathtub.

Thomas

Sweet Tommy, love of your life, would absolutely tear through anyone that dared utter a single word of offense towards you

That’s just the way it is hun

This man’s down bad for you

Let’s be real, Thomas’ family and you live in the hick side of Texas, people aren't the most open minded there on a normal day y'all sorry

So during the pandemic? A riot in the worst way

You couldn't understand how people could be so mean

At one point you refused to leave the house, it had become so bad, this was past harassment and cruel taunts, the people of this town weren't afraid of grabbing at you.

That is until they see your big hubby 

Little fools sure are running now huh? Big man with the chainsaw is coming for their racist asses

No Tommy you still have to wear a mask… no baby yours isn't enough let's get you a proper one… Tommy… Tommy get back here!!

After properly dealing with the bullies in his charming fashion, Tommy would simply dote on you, I’m talking big game here girl

He’s a shy man, we know, but when you're feeling so hurt and down? All that gets pushed aside for lifting your spirits. 

He puts his chainsaw aside and spends the remainder of the day with you, whether its puttering around the house, taking a shower together, or just hanging out. Maybe y’all cooked some yummy dinner together, all cutesy and shit in the kitchen (i’m jealous of u) and then washed each others hair in the shower

Man is greasy pls scrub him 

Then spend the night cuddled up and smoochin’ 

Bubba

When you tell Bubba about what’s been happening the poor thing gets so sad for you

The Sawyers likely don't believe in modern medicine, and likely think the pandemic isn't real 

Bubba doesn't care if its real or not, what’s real to him is you being upset

He believes the townspeople are mean, look at him for goodness sake, he knows what it’s like to be bullied, even if it is for very different reasons

Bubba will hurt them for you if you want him to, but he’s more likely to just sit and cry with you

If you ask him he’ll comfort you, he’ll bring you something pretty he’s found, maybe a smooth bone or a shiny rock

Billy & Stu

At the beginning of the pandemic these two doofs played off its seriousness, but once people close to them started getting sick it sunk in

Your health was at risk, and being the love of their lives and the object of their obsession they absolutely couldn't let ANYTHING happen to you

I’m talking masks, sanitizer, distancing, everything and more

They felt a bit settled into the routine of the pandemic now, no matter how scary the new normal was, but when they noticed/you told them about the harassment?

Sorry to burst ur bubble racist assholes but u got like 2 seconds to live

Absolutely zero remorse from these two, if anyone even looks at you the wrong way ( or any way really) that’s it, they are a goner 

Once your boys get back from stabby time, its you time baby

You think these other boys spoiled you? ( they did I was there ) get ready for 2x the cuddles, 2x the preening, 2x the pampering, 2x the food, 2x EVERYTHING

Lucky you 

AT the end of the night, you end up totally comforted in your Loomis/Macher sandwich

I hope this was alright! Feel free to request again!

[n1ght0f-nyx]

giving him a fast and rough handjob that lasts what feels like several hours, he lays on the bed, his thighs squirming and clenching as you bully his sticky cock, he has cum a bazillion times, cum pooling at his thighs and stomach "oh god.. please mommy..i need more...d-d-dont stop!!" he begs and pleads, and you cant help but grin "don't worry babyboy...i wasn't planning on it~"

[consciouscarrot]

day 21 - femdom [b.heelshire]

brahms heelshire x fem!reader

content warnings; handjob, tit sucking, subby brahms, sort of dacryphilia, lots of pet names (as usual), mentions of breastfeeding

notes; would love to do a longer version of this in the future, or anything with brahms really as he’s my baby

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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you’d woken up in the middle of the night to brahms stood by your bedside, soft moonlight casting over him as his hands fisted over the wool of his cardigan.

“what’s wrong, baby,” you cooed, lifting your arms to encourage him to join you.

he quickly clambered onto you, dropping down and shoving his face into your chest, clinging to your nightdress with a muffled whine. only when you shifted beneath him did you realise why he’d come to you, his arousal evident from the way it pressed into your thigh.

“oh, honey, do y’need some help?”

he nodded against you, mask digging into your skin. you gently guided him into sitting up, kneeling on the bed before you, hands sat patiently on the tops of his thighs, attention locked on you.

he watched intently as you pulled your nightgown over your head, leaving you completely bare. his eyes roamed over you, letting out a pathetic whimper at the sight of you. he was just as enamoured by your body as he was the first time he’d seen you, fingers twitching against his legs in an effort to hold back his touches, desperate to please you, awaiting your instructions.

shifting forwards, your hands cupped his face, fingers slowly curling underneath the edges of his mask, giving him plenty of warning before you removed it, revealing his scarred skin, eyes glistening with desperate tears.

you leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as you pressed your lips to his, mouths moving together, a slow swipe of your tongue before he let you in, tongues swirling together as he gave in to his desires, tugging you into him and hands clutching tightly at you.

you pulled away, giggling when he tried to follow your lips, never wanting to separate. his brow furrowed, crocodile tears finally spilling over with his cry of complaint, head tilting in confusion when you tug at his shirt.

“gotta take these off, brahmsy. can’t help you otherwise,”

he rushed to strip off, and you internally cringe at the fabric tearing in his hastiness. but, his proud expression calms you, hopeful for your approval.

“good boy, baby. c’mere, let’s lay down,”

he beams, crawling over to you before curling up into your side, head resting on your tit as he grasped at you, hips involuntarily bucking up when his bare cock grazes your hip, pre trickling out his slit, clear fluid smearing over your skin.

“please, touch,” he cried, burying his face into you, nuzzling your nipple.

“shh, okay brahmsy, been so good for me,”

you ran a finger down the tender skin of his cock, chuckling to yourself when his hips bucked again, now mouthing at your tit, slow, open-mouth kisses and swipes of his tongue.

you melt when he lets out a particularly pitiful mewl, clinging to your body, hands gripping at you almost painfully, far too horny to be able to think properly.

finally wrapping your hand around him, you pumped your fist, thumb occasionally swiping over his head. he thrusted into your touch, strings of whimpers and breathy moans tumbling from his parted lips.

with your free hand, you guided your nipple into his mouth, gasping when he latched on immediately, suckling frantically as if worried that you’d pull away, and this would be the last time he ever got to feel your skin under his tongue. he suckled like he thought that if he tried hard enough, that your sweet milk would spill into his mouth, warm fluid pooling in his mouth, small amounts escaping and trickling down his chin.

you could feel slick collecting between your legs, hot cunt throbbing from the feel of his mouth and the way he cried out, sending vibrations through you.

having already been so pent up, both from waiting for you to wake up, and your incessant teasing, brahms’ high was already fast approaching, hips bucking wildly into your fist, pleasure causing his legs to tremble next to you.

you felt his teeth graze you, before he bit into the soft flesh of your tit, overwhelmed with pleasure. his tongue swiped over the indents of his teeth, soothing the broken skin with an apologetic whine.

he flicked his gaze up to you, eyes burning from the effort as he waited for your permission, trying his best to hold back from cumming too soon. you smiled down at him warmly, “cum for me, sweet boy.”

his eyes scrunched shut, stomach tensing before his head fell back, mouth agape as he finally let go with a drawn out moan. pearly cum spurted from his tip, splattering over the two of you as you slowed your movements, elongating out his orgasm.

he went limp in your arms, thoroughly mollified and smiling dreamily after being fully emptied. he sighed sleepily, and you settled for wiping your cum covered hand on the sheets, knowing that he’d be dead weight until at least tomorrow morning.

you stroked over his sweat-damp hair, watching him as he began to fall asleep, still clutching your body tightly against his.

you loved that he had only ever been yours, that he had never felt someone else’s loving touch, had never cum from somebody else’s hand. he had only ever needed you, hadn’t loved anyone else and never wanted to.

he was yours and only yours. you were just as obsessed with him, as he was you.

[p0lyn3sian]

Hi! Do you do slashers x teen readers? (Platonic ofc) If so, I was wondering if I can make a request where reader makes them a cappuccino out of nowhere? Like she not even a barista or anything she just learned how to make coffees out of boredom? I'm currently learning how to make different coffees out of boredom my coffee arts aren't that good yet but I'm getting there! I just wanna see how they would react to reader giving them a coffee art thank you! ❤️

OKAY THIS REQUEST IS GOING TO SO GOODDD! And yes ofc I do teen readers (platonic), I think I forgot to put that on my requests! I only read through this once, so there might be mistakes on this drabble, sorry!

Slashers: Hannibal & Will, Jason, Chucky & Tiffany, Norman, Billy & Stu, Patrick, Sinclair Brothers, Carrie, Thomas & Bubba, RZ Michael, Brahms & Billy Lenz, The Lost Boys

Teen Reader making cappuccino/coffees for Slashers!

Hannibal & Will:

First of all, where and how did you make this coffee?? Second, it looks amazing! Will couldn't believe how amazing your coffee art is! He wondered when the heck did you even have time for making this delicious coffee for him too! Will took a sip of the cappuccino, and it tasted wonderful! His taste buds could taste how bitter and sweet it was!

You then made a cup for Hannibal, and Hannibal was surprised how your art was almost like a barista! Of course he wanted to try it, and how could he not?? One sip of it was already enough to have Hannibal make you more of that cappuccino!

You then started making different kinds of coffees and arts, and you gave all of them for Hannibal and Will to try and taste them. Most were really good, and some needed a little bit of work. But overall it was amazing for Hannibal and Will to try out all of the coffees that you made!

Jason:

Now Jason has never drank coffee, so seeing you hold a cup of cappuccino in your hands, and you told him you made it for him to see and taste! He grabbed the cup from you carefully and looked at your art. Your coffee was really amazing to Jason, because he has never seen coffee like that before! He lifted his mask to taste the coffee, and he loved how sweet it was! He dranked the whole thing, and told you in ASL that it was amazing! Jason started getting more and more coffee from you, and he was so proud of how your coffee art was getting better and better! He liked the coffee that was sweet and bitter, but the strong coffees weren't Jason's thing. But of course he'll try them, because you made them for him to try!

If you are out of ingredients for coffee, Jason would try and go to stores nearby crystal lake and take them just for you to make more! If you start making those art that takes a lot of hours of practice, Jason will be sitting in that chair and stare at it for hours and just admire! He doesn't want to ruin a piece of beautiful art work that you have spent so much of your time on! It'll just make him feel guilty.. Jason would definitely try and make his own coffee and art, but it will end up being messy at the end, just lots of spills and dust everywhere! Jason would give you tons of hugs for doing such a great job on making your amazing coffees!

Chucky & Tiffany:

Tiffany and Chucky were busy cooking breakfast, and they both wondered what you were doing with the coffee machine and other stuff. Tiffany and Chucky both love coffee, but only if it's their liking. For example, Tiffany likes her coffee in the middle of sweet and strong, and Chucky likes his strong and a little bit of sweet. Tiffany could tell you were making cappuccino, because she loves ordering that coffee at Starbucks, and Chucky couldn't tell what it was.

Chucky and Tiffany were both done cooking breakfast, and just in time you were done making their cappuccino! You placed both cups carefully in front of Chucky and Tiffany. And they were amazed! Tiffany complimented how amazing your art is, even if it's a little messed up but that's okay! Chucky was amazed that you can actually make coffee art really good!

You then started making more and more coffees and arts for them to see and try! You made strong coffees with a little bit of sweet for Chucky, and he loved it! And some in between sweet and bitter with strong for Tiffany's coffee! Chucky and Tiffany would buy more stuff for your coffee art and/or more coffee beans for your making! These two love you very much and dearly, that you'll make their own favorite coffees during your free time!

Norman:

Norman was in his bed sleeping soundly, while you were downstairs in the kitchen making a cup of cappuccino for Norman! You wanted to make cappuccino, because why not! You put stuff in places and mix whatever ingredients go in which, and pour the cappuccino into two cups. You then pour the milk slowly into an art that you know is easy to do in the coffee. And just in time Norman came downstairs smelling a cup of coffee! He realized it was you making coffee! Norman always heard that you wanted to try and make coffee with art, so he was ready to see how well you did!

Norman was so proud of how well your art is! He then tasted the cappuccino and it was the perfect amount of sweet and bitter! He'll compliment you on how well you made that cappuccino and that he will try any other coffees that you'll try and make! You started making more and more till there were no coffee beans and ingredients for the coffee! Norman had to buy those big bags of coffee beans and more stuff for your coffee stuff too! Norman is very proud of you and how well your coffee and art is becoming!

Billy & Stu:

When and how did you find all the stuff to make a cappuccino for these two?? All these two remembered was putting stuff in random cabinets, like spices that were put with canned foods. Or pots and pans in cupboards with dishes for food, on top of the cupboards, or literally anywhere they can place those pots and pans hidden.

These two drank the cappuccino without looking at your art.. They saw how your smile was almost turning to a frown, so of course they asked you. You've answered that they didn't look at the coffee art you made before they chugged it all down. Now these two really messed up for not looking at your art. Billy and Stu didn't mean it at all, they just wanted to taste the cappuccino! And you had to ask if it was good, and they both answered with a 'Yes'!

Since you've found the stuff for the cappuccino, behind you there were a lot of messes.. some spills here and there, dishes and spices for food or for deserts on counters. Billy and Stu went and put dishes, spices, and canned foods in places that are meant to be. And it was easier for you to take out whatever you needed for your coffee making! You will be making more and more for these two to try, and times like these is when Stu drinks the whole made coffee and realizes that he didn't look at your art. So, Billy would always wait and see if Stu was going to drink the coffee before looking at your coffee art. But either way, these two are so proud of your art and they love how you make coffee!

Patrick:

This man loves coffee, and I mean LOVES coffee. When you two are out shopping he'll always stop at his favorite coffee shop to get his regular coffee! When there are days where both of you don't want to go anywhere, you'll be in the kitchen trying to make a cappuccino! The first time you made it for him, he was surprised that there was enough milk and coffee, and the art is also great but just a little messy here and there. Once he took a sip of your cappuccino, he smacked his lips and tasted how wonderful it is! He could taste the sweetness and bitterness in this lovely cappuccino! He definitely wants you to make any coffee that you'll want to make and give it to him!

Since he's rich and all, he'll be stocking and stocking stuff for coffee making for you to make! Patrick will understand if you don't have enough energy to make coffee, then he'll try making coffee for himself or literally go to the coffee shop and order him some. Either way he'll always be happy to try some of your coffee! Your coffee art isn't perfect which he thinks is fine, it's just baby steps for you to become a barista! But this man is so judgemental that he'll give a nasty side eye to an employee at a coffee shop that made his coffee, like he'll be saying to the tired employee to make another perfect coffee 🙄. So you'll just drag him out before it gets into a very nasty fight with a stressed tired employee.

Sinclair Brothers:

You woke up really early, and you've been having the urge to make cappuccinos for the brothers! You went downstairs quietly and tried to get the stuff to make the cappuccino. There was some stuff placed in different places, whether it was in the top cupboard or in the pantry. You grabbed pots for different stuff for the cappuccino, since these guys don't have a coffee maker. Jonesy heard things being placed in the kitchen, and she went downstairs from Lester's room to see who it was. And she just realized it was only you. Jonesy sat in her dog bed and watched as you did your coffee.

Mixing ingredients into one pot for the coffee, and getting the milk from the fridge for the art! Vincent is a light sleeper so he heard a lot of things upstairs in the basement. Opening the door, Vincent checked into the living to see if anyone was there watching TV, but no one was there so he walked to the kitchen. And it was only you making what? Vincent's footsteps were so light that he ended up scaring you as he got real close at what you were doing. You told him you were making cappuccino for him and the other two.

Bo and Lester came downstairs smelling a sweet smell? Or whatever it was, it didn't matter it's probably Vincent making breakfast. Coming downstairs Bo and Lester saw 3 cups on the counter and they could kinda see steam coming off of it. Lester was the first one to grab the coffee of some sort, and he loved whoever did this lovely art they did on the coffee. So he took a sip of the made coffee, and immediately loved how bittersweet it was! Lester told Bo and Vincent to try the coffee and these two took a sip after looking at the lovely art as well!

Vincent and Bo both have different tastes for coffee, Vincent loved how sweet it tastes and Bo kinda liked it, but either way it was good overall for him. Bo and Lester thought Vincent made this coffee, but he pointed at you that you made the coffee for them! Bo wondered how you even made this?? Lester loved how great your coffee was and that he wanted to try more if you wanted to make more, and Vincent loved it too! You made different types of delicious coffees for all three of them, but on different days whether they're feeling coffee or not! Lester's taste in coffee is sweet and bitter, and the twins taste in coffee is in the middle of sweet and bitter, but they'll probably feel like strong coffee if they are.

Carrie:

Carrie has never drank coffee before, because of her mother being really strict on stuff.. but seeing you holding a cup with whatever coffee you made, and you made it just for her just makes her feel so happy! She grabbed the coffee cup from your hands carefully, and she blew lightly on the coffee. Carrie sipped a little and she loved how tasty and sweet it was! And she also examined your coffee art and loved all the swirls it has too! She drank the whole cup and her taste buds just can't get enough of it!

The past few days, you have been making different kinds of coffee for Carrie! She's been so excited to try more of your coffee! And that she's so proud of your art too! Sweet coffees are now Carrie's favorite drinks, but strong coffees aren't really for Carrie, so you've wanted to make only sweet coffees for Carrie! For example, vanilla latte, caramel latte, or literally any sweet coffees that Carrie would definitely try! Thanks to your delicious sweet coffees, Carrie now has a sweet tooth for these drinks!

Thomas & Bubba:

Now these two have never tasted coffee before! Luda has made coffee before, but it was mostly for people that are really tired. For Thomas and Bubba they still have a lot of energy to go throughout the day with their chores, so it wasn't really for them. But seeing the cappuccino that you've made for them looks amazing! It took some minutes for Thomas and Bubba to drink their cappuccino, but it was so worth it for them! Thomas loved how sweet it was, as well as Bubba!

Bubba wanted to try more of those sweet coffees, but Thomas doesn't have a really sweet tooth but he'll definitely try whatever coffee you want to make! You've also made coffee and other flavors of coffee that might be for Thomas' taste too! You've made sweet coffees for Bubba to try and his favorite was, vanilla latte, caramel latte, or any latte! For Thomas, his is in between sweet and strong. His favorites so far are caffe mocha, mocha frappuncino, or literally any kinds of mocha.

If you wanted more ingredients for your coffee making, there's Luda's gas station that's a little farther from the house. But if you want it from the grocery store, Luda will definitely force Hoyt to go get the stuff that you need and for the family home all the way to town! You'll also make some coffee for Mama Luda if she wants to try some of course! Some coffee that she loved was the cappuccino, caramel frappe, and some other sweet coffees! If some days no one wants coffee, then you'll most likely take a break from all the mixing and pouring! But if someone in the house wants some, you'll definitely make some for them!

RZ Michael:

Michael is also another person that has never tasted coffee too! Michael has never seen art like that in coffee before. He only sees people pour either milk or whatever cream they like in their coffee and just pour it. But seeing your coffee art looks amazing to him! He examined your coffee for a few minutes and then sipped a little of the cappuccino. Since Michael has had a sweet tooth when he was younger, surprisingly the coffee you made was also sweet too! So, he ended up chugging the whole cappuccino and you knew that you've done a good job on making that cappuccino!

You've then started making more coffees but different ones for Michael to try! Like, mocha, pumpkin spice, hazelnut etc! He tried them all and loved how sweet it was, but if you don't have ingredients to make different coffees for Michael. This dude will literally break into a coffee shop and steal whatever you need, even the machines too. But thanks to Michael you can make whatever coffee and art for your stuff! Michael would try some different coffees that you'll make whether it's sweet or strong, just let him try it!

Brahms & Billy Lenz:

Brahms may or may not have tried coffee before when he was young, and Billy on the other hand has drank coffee before. The coffee Billy drank made him way too energetic when he was young, but Brahms probably drank one but it ended up terrible since it didn't taste good in his opinion. So, seeing the coffee in front of them looks really good! Brahms loves the art and Billy loves the smell from the cappuccino! Billy was the first one to drink the whole cup in one sitting, and to his surprise it tasted really good! He just loves how sweet the coffee you made, but the coffee he drank was really bitter and somehow made him energetic.

It was now Brahms' turn to try out your made cappuccino! Brahms took a sip of the cappuccino, and surprisingly he loved how good it was! Your coffee tasted way better than the coffee he drank when he was younger. You've told them that you wanted to try different types of coffees and let them try and see if it tastes good! Of course, these two would try any coffee you'll make and give feedback on your made coffees! If you're out of stuff for coffee, you'll tell Greta (babysitter) that you need more stuff for your own coffees! So, she'll put that on the list for Malcolm (Grocery Boy) to come by again.

Brahms likes sweet and a little bit of strong coffees, like mocha! For Billy it would literally be any sweet coffee, since he loves sweets. If it's too sweet for Brahms, it'll be awful for him. But if it's too strong for Billy it'll also be awful for him too. So you knew which coffees they liked and which they hated. You also made some coffees for Greta too! She loved some that were sweet and some that were strong, and she also loves your art in your coffees! Overall, these three love the coffee you made, either sweet or strong and your art too! Brahms thinks you're going to be an amazing barista when you grow older! And Billy thinks of that too!

The Lost Boys:

Maybe some of these boys tasted coffee before, or not but you know, you don't know what vampires do all night. What you do know is that they all love eating Chinese food or killing people for food too. And especially motorcycles. Since it's night time, you asked Michael if you could use their kitchen for something and Michael let you. But some things that you had to avoid were not to make a lot of noises and also messes in the kitchen, but overall it's all good for you to use it! You start as quickly as you can so that everyone can go to sleep peacefully with no noises going on downstairs. You grabbed the pots that you needed and grabbed out the stuff for the cappuccino out of the cabinets, and you got to work as quickly as you can.

You poured in the ingredients after the water was boiled, and you stirred the stuff together and waited patiently for it to boil a little again. A little after the boys knew you were at Michael's house, because you wanted to make something for them but it was sure taking so long. So, they flew since they were too lazy to start up their motorcycles. Once they arrived, a sweet smell hit all of them. Wondering what the sweet smell was they knocked on the door to be let in, and you heard the door so you went to open it. And it was just the boys, but they went to the kitchen immediately smelling that sweet smell. You had to try and stop them before drinking the steaming cappuccino, because you hadn't even poured the milk in to make it smoother! Luckily, they stopped and sat down since you were going to bring it to them. Since the milk was already out, you poured into a cup to help you with the art. You poured into an art that you wanted and you also did different ones into the others.

You placed all 4 cups in front of the vampires and let them try it out! David looked at your art and smelled the cappuccino, and it smelled sweet! He sipped the cappuccino just in case it wasn't boiling hot, but it wasn't so he drank a little more of it. David loved how tasty and sweet it was, as well as the other three! Dwayne also loved how beautiful your art is in the coffee. Paul and Marko just love how the coffee was sweet too! You told them that you wanted to become a barista, and the boys would try and do anything to help you make your dream come true! Whether you want them to try some of your coffees or check if your art is really good or needs some little fixing. Overall, you've done a great job making the cappuccino for these vampires!

[slasher-kashing]

Hiii!

I'd like to request how Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer and Brahms Heelshire would react to have a female s/o who's hairy but don't like shaving (only cuts short when they're too long), if you're comfortable with that.

I don't know if you write for more slashers in one post, so in case you don't just do Thomas please <3

Or in case you want to add slashers feel free to do so!

Thanks you :3

Should’ve prefaced this in my rules, but I’m not comfortable writing for fem readers, I apologize. However, I can do a gender neutral one for you!

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and Brahms Heelshire with a s/o who doesn’t like to shave

Warnings: none really <3

Thomas Hewitt

I feel like big guy wouldn’t have no ill reactions to you not shaving, I mean, look at him. He’ll definitely swat at anyone who makes a comment on it, especially Hoyt. (Who seems to like to torment you for little to no reason.)

Thomas is the type to be happy with you being fully comfortable in your skin, no matter what— and long as it’s healthy.

I could see him running his hands down your arms/legs if those remain hairy, just a nice sensory thing for him. He loves caressing you, no matter.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba does not CARE, whatever makes his pumpkin happy. In fact, he probably wouldn’t really know the difference between shaven and unshaven. It’s just you he’s concerned about.

He may even feel connected in a way, Bubba is a hairy man, he’d feel more in place with you— even if it’s something like this… (he likes the little things.)

Like Tommy, he would swat away anyone (Drayton.) who’d make a gross comment, making distasteful grunts at them and taking you away— no one can look at you with meanness in their eyes. Not happening.

Brahms Heelshire

He is the one I’d feel may be a little odd about it, mainly because he has to have everything a very specific way (and his parents probably taught him some… not too modern things.) or he’ll flip. However, after he realizes it’s just a part of who you are? He loves you, he’ll come into the idea— and now he just likes caressing you like Thomas.

Brahms is the type to actually just like playing with the hair on your head, trying to braid it, or just brushing it because he can. He’s taking care of you like you do him! (Even if he literally has no idea what he’s doing and ends up yanking your hair and mumbling an apology.)

He doesn’t mind it, then again, he doesn’t shave, never has… you may have to teach him how to trim himself!

[sykosomatic]

Can I get needy Brahms smutty and/or fluff?

hell yeah!!! <3

pairing: male/gn reader x needy brahms heelshire

cw: light somno, very light mask kink, leg humping/dry humping, clothed sex

•••••

he always came to you in the middle of the night, lonely, searching for your warmth in the dark. you’d been at the house with him for a little over a month now, and it was always the same. you’d fall asleep just after nightfall, after tucking his doll into the bed and giving him his bedtime kisses. you’d figured a couple nights in that he’d started to get… jealous.

it had started with a kiss or two; on the cheek, then on the lips. then he started to stand over you, you could feel his presence there by your bed.

and then it graduated to something… else.

he started to crawl into bed with you, thinking probably that you were just a heavy sleeper. but you felt his body weight against your back, the material of his mask pressing against your bare skin. you could feel him cuddling up against you, wanting warmth, wanting affection, but unable to tell you out loud when the sun was out.

it got to be that you expected his presence there with you at night, and you would pretend to be asleep so that when he would come in, he’d stay.

one night, though, it became a little more than cuddling. he’d waited a little longer this time, so long that you thought maybe he’d changed his mind. you fell asleep and he was in there almost immediately; like he’d figured out that you’d been awake the past few times perhaps.

he snuck in on light feet, crawling into the bed with you. he big-spooned you, one leg shifting upwards so that he could press his crotch against you. he grunted softly at the pressure of his cock pressing against your backside, starting to shift his hips so that he was gently dry-humping you. the slight movement and soft grunts slowly woke you up, and you grinned softly as you realized what was going on.

you let him have his way for a bit, feeling what could only be his cock hardening at the pleasure he was feeling. his hands clawed at your back and he whimpered, needy for a release.

“you know, there are better ways to do this,” you whispered to him in the dark, a chuckle behind your comment. you heard his breath hitch, but he didn’t stop humping you. he was clearly needy as hell.

you turned over, finally able to look at him, and see the mask he wore. he was dirty, and under all that grime he was very cute. you pulled him up onto your lap to straddle you, unzipping his pants to allow some of the pressure to release. his cock was hard as a rock pressing against your crotch. “now go on, don’t let me stop you,” you encouraged with a grin, your hands on his hips, guiding him into grinding his hips down against you. he started to grunt and whine, his hands pressing against your bare chest, fingertips digging into your skin. “oh, there’s a good boy… so needy, aren’t you? i bet you haven’t touched somebody like this in so long, have you?”

you were vaguely aware of a woman who came before you, but she’d left early, leaving the spot open. had he scared her away, or had the doll done that long before?

brahms’ hips shuddered as he rocked his hips against you. you were unable to see his face behind the mask, a shroud of mystery doing little to hide his needy noises.

you reached back to grab his backside, squeezing his cute little ass cheeks. this pushed him over some sort of edge, and he cried out as he climaxed against your crotch, spilling his cum into his pants and onto your underwear. he was a sweaty mess, trembling gently from his climax. was this his first one? or just his first one with an actual person?

you took him into your arms and let him collapse onto your chest, his sweaty hair falling over his mask. maybe next time you’d take it off, so you could see how he reacted to your touch.

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Come On, Now

Brahms Heelshire x Masc!Reader

Last Edited: 27/03/2024

TW: none

Anon: Brahms with (male or masc) reader making him leave the house? Can be either fic or Drabble idc

Word Count: 589

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes from @gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): We can do that, yes. We decided on a drabble (few hundred words) since we do believe, no matter what, Brahms probably would never leave his home (as is shown in the movie since he does not chase after Greta when she escapes before coming back). Hence, not it being a fic. Hope you enjoy. Another title is “Brahms touches grass for the first time in 20 years.”

Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): in which we make the lad touch grass.

Convincing the man to leave his own home is more trouble than you’d like to admit. It’s like a game of tug of war with a large mutt. Upon first suggesting he get some air, he'd reply with a pitiful, “Tomorrow?” in his practised child voice. Any attempt at insisting upon it gets shut down with him responding curtly, in his regular voice, “Not now.” And, well, arguing with him when he switches into his natural, gruff tone of voice is like trying to move a particularly fussy mountain. Until today, that is– not even Brahms is immune to persistent, well-meaning urges from his dear “nanny.”

“Are you sure I have to do this?” It’s a whining voice, one a child usually resorts to using when they can’t get their way. The man's uncanny ability to mimic a child's voice surely adds to that effect, also.

“Yes, Mr. Heelshire. It's for the best you step outside after so long. Not only have you never helped me with the rat traps, but you’ve never even been in the garden,” you finish with a sigh, already tired from this entire interaction. You’ve read that being cooped up in a place for too long can impact one’s health. That's why you’re trying to get Brahms to at least step outside his home for only a few minutes.

“Well, I don’t want to.” His bratty tone doesn’t match his large, tense frame.

“Come On, Now. Surely I’m not that bad of company,” you retort, not allowing him to try and back out.

“You are when you’re trying to be awful,” is his answer, tone cracking halfway through his sentence.

“Awful or not, your parents entrusted me in your care. This is part of the job. Now you’ll listen, or you won’t get a goodnight kiss. I’ll take it off the list for the day.” This seems to work, as Brahms has no more fighting words to give you. You grab ahold of his hand and start to tug him along to the back door. He follows with no protest, the warmth of his hand making yours sweat slightly.

Opening the door, you lead Brahms onwards, the sound of his heaving breathing and your footfalls echoing about as you both descend the steps. You don’t take him to the garden, instead leading him to one of the rat traps, sticking close to the house. You know he would freak out if you took him too far from his safe space and prison.

“See, Mr. Heelshire? This isn’t terrible now, is it?” He doesn’t respond, instead looking up at one of the many windows of the home. The one that has caught his eye has black smudges around it, evidence of a past fire from many years ago; it was before your time here at the house.

“No. It’s not bad. Thank you, Mr. [Redacted],” is his answer. At the prefix, you huff in amusement.

“Being polite won’t get you flattery, Mr. Heelshire. After all, you never use ‘Mr.’ when referring to me. Ever since the beginning of our time together.” After inhaling and holding it for a moment, you release the breath before turning towards the man. “We can go now. I only wanted you to experience outside without being trapped in that dusty house all the time. I’ve heard it helps with your health.”

With those words, you and Brahms head back inside. You can only hope he’ll allow you to make this a daily thing. You just want what’s best for him.

[ghostiwrites]

Y’all send me some requests pls I want to write but the inbox is EMPTYYYY

-Love, America’s Cannibalistic Sweetheart ☆

[wontonnerd]

Added another chapter, i really liked how intimate the strangling scene in the movie was, so i wrote about it from the third person POV of a genderless reader. They broke the news to him and he reacts, consequences ensue.

News about what??? that’s for you to think about

[macabrebatz]

HOW YOU MET THE SLASHERS PT. 2

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm currently moving some of my old fanfiction onto here. These one-shots/drabbles are old (some are far older than others) so some of the writing is very short and in my opinion, not as great as some of my more recent stuff. But I have a soft spot for all of this since I know my younger self was working hard lol. So here’s a mini collection of my old “How You Met” series.

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Otis Driftwood, Tiffany Valentine, Jack Torrance, Pavi Largo, Art the Clown, Billy Lenz, Luigi Largo, Will Graham

Warning/tags: Canon typical violence mentioned, occasional use of (Y/N) (I tried to get rid of some but there's still a few), not beta read

Word count: 6.1k

Brahms Heelshire:

You were hired by the Heelshires to take care of their son. When you arrived at the home you were shocked to find a doll instead of an actual person. You decided to shake off the strangeness of the situation.

You followed every rule. You were getting paid so being in a spooky situation wasn't going to deter you away from a good paycheck.

After a couple of weeks, things started to get more strange. A couple of your t-shirts had gone missing, leftover food disappeared, and you could have sworn you heard footsteps walking on the creaky wooden floor at night.

One night you heard a knock. It was faint but it didn't go unnoticed. You got out of bed and put your ear up to the wall. You could hear shuffling.

"Someone's in the house," you thought to yourself.

You made your way to the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. The door to Brahms's room was closed. You could've sworn you left it open.

Stepping closer to the door, you gently placed your hand on the nob. You turned it quickly, opening the door. And there he was.

A grown man sat on the end of Brahms's bed. He had a mess of black hair on top of his head and his face was covered by what appeared to be a porcelain mask. You squinted your eyes. The mask resembled the face of the doll that you had grown fond of taking care of. No, it can't be.

You stepped back in shock. Fear and confusion clouded your mind. You wanted to run but your legs were frozen.

"Please don't be scared," the man pleaded.

The voice was gentle and soft. Your mouth fell agape.

"Brahms?" you questioned, stuttering his name.

The man nodded his head.

"So...you are alive."

Otis Driftwood:

You lived down the street from the Firefly family for years so you've known Otis early on. As you got older you started to stay over at their house. Baby Firefly was your best friend and she could tell that you had a crush on her brother.

"You know he likes you too," Baby said as you sat behind her, braiding her curly hair.

"I highly doubt that," you mumbled.

Every time you came over, Otis would shut himself in his room. He never seemed to even be remotely interested in you.

You finished Baby's braid and she turned around to face you.

"Don't believe me? Go talk to him," Baby insisted.

"Go talk to him? About what? We've barely ever spoken to each other," you said.

She took you by the hand without saying anything, dragging you upstairs. The two of you busted through Otis' door uninvited. He sat there watching an episode of The Munsters.

"What the fuck are you two doing in here?" he said aggravated.

You turned to leave but Baby caught you by the arm, pulling you back.

"We want to watch TV since there‘s not one downstairs," Baby said, flopping down on Otis' bed.

You stood there, looking down at your feet.

"Gonna stand there all day or are you gonna sit?" Otis asked, peering up at you.

You hesitantly sat down on the bed by Baby.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," Baby said, hopping back up from the bed.

Before you could insist on going with her, she was gone, leaving you seated by Otis.

"She's not coming back," Otis mumbled.

"Oh, then I probably should go after her," you said.

"Nope. You're watching TV with me," Otis said.

It sounded like an offer, not just a statement.

You nodded your head and sat watching TV with Otis for the rest of the night.

Tiffany Valentine:

You sat down in one of the last couple of seats in the movie theater. It was late at night, 11:45 to be exact. Every year on Halloween night you found yourself sitting in this theater, patiently waiting to watch the annual midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Most years, you would have had someone come with you. Your friends usually would tag along. But this year you were alone. You didn't exactly mind. The energy of the other Rocky Horror fans made up for it.

You had a small bucket of popcorn sitting in your lap, along with a grab bag full of props. The theater would pass them out since audience participation was always encouraged at the showings. You took a sip from your drink and sat it back down in the cup holder on the seat. Glancing around, you took note of how full the theater was. Almost every seat was filled, besides a few seats here and there. One of those empty seats was right beside you.

"Hi, may I sit there?" a voice asked beside you.

Looking up, you saw a woman with wavy blonde hair. She wore a black leather jacket with a bustier underneath, along with tight black pants.

"Oh, of course," you said.

She sat down beside you.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"You're welcome."

"If I would've known the theater was going to be packed I would have left home sooner," she said.

"I got here just in time as well," you said with a chuckle.

"I'm Tiffany, by the way."

She reached out her hand and you shook it. You told her your name and smiled.

After the movie had ended you found yourself walking out of the theater with Tiffany, talking about movies as the two of you made your way to your respective vehicles.

“It was good talking to you,” she said, slipping a small piece of paper in your hand.

You looked down at the tiny note, which had her phone number scribbled on it.

“Give me a call sometime,” she said with a wink.

You watched the blonde saunter away to her car before hastily adding her number to the contacts in your phone.

Jack Torrance:

"Is this seat taken?"

You turned to see a tall man who looked rather scruffy. His eyes were dark and there was some red puffiness around his eyelids.

"Nope," you said, offering him the seat.

The bar was rather empty. Only a few stragglers were inside, including you. You needed a late-night drink. Something to clear your mind. Or fog it up. You just needed to forget.

The man beside you ordered a Scotch and didn't hesitate to drink it down quickly.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

He then ordered another drink. This time he asked the bartender to just leave the bottle. Either he was going through a tough time or he was just an alcoholic.

"I had a bad day. Needed a drink," you said, "What about you?"

The man was silent for a bit as if he was struggling to answer.

"Divorce," he stated simply.

His voice was quieter than before. It seemed as if the divorce was rather fresh. His face dropped a bit and he looked as if he wanted to throw his glass across the bar.

Hesitantly, you patted him on the shoulder. It was a kind gesture. You didn't need to know the details. You could tell that this man was hurting. His outward expression was one of anger, but somewhere deep down you could tell that he was upset.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Don't be. It was a long time coming," he said.

A long time coming. You could say the same thing about your current situation.

You had just cut ties with your ex. A part of you was relieved. The other part of you was enraged that you hadn't ended things sooner. But now it was time to move on to new and better things. And why not start by making a new friend? You took a sip of your drink and then turned in your seat towards the man.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way," you said, sticking out your hand.

"I'm Jack," he said, shaking your hand.

Pavi Largo:

You had known Pavi for a little over a year. You had worked with Amber Sweet before, making her dresses and personalized latex corsets, and she had introduced you to him.

After that, Pavi soon fell in love with your talent and hired you as the entire Largo family's official personal stylist. The last one had to take a personal leave after a violent encounter with Pavi's brother, Luigi. You on the other hand found your job to be much safer than anticipated. You knew beforehand that taking a job working for any member of the Largo family would be a risk. But after a few months passed you started to have fun.

"My sister wants you to make this," Pavi said, entering your workshop.

He opened up a magazine and sat it on your desk, revealing a model in a latex mini dress. You walked over from your workstation and went over to the desk, picking up the magazine.

"She's really getting obsessed with latex and vinyl, isn't she?" you mumbled, taking a closer look at the picture.

For the past two months, almost everything Amber had asked you to make was made from shiny black vinyl, PVC, and leather.

"Almost as obsessed as she is with going under the knife," Pavi laughed.

You glanced up at Pavi, taking a good look at the woman's face he wore as a mask. You squinted your eyes as you noticed the skin was starting to look rather splotchy.

"Pavi, you need a new mask," you said.

"No, I don't," he said, sitting down in a chair in front of your desk.

"I think you do," you insisted.

He simply shrugged and put his legs up, resting his feet on your desk. You sighed as you watched him do so.

"You can go now."

"And why would I do that? It's much more fun in here watching you work," Pavi said.

Pavi had a habit of doing this. He'd come in with a minor request and then find an excuse to stay. It didn't bother you all that much but today was a busy day. You were making two outfits for Amber, a suit for Luigi, and a dress for some guest who would be arriving at Gene-Co for an event.

You didn't have the time to entertain him.

"I have to work, Pavi," you said sternly.

"Take a break. Talk to me," he said, pouting his faux face.

"I don't have time."

"Alright...alright. But may I make another request?"

You rolled your eyes. There was already so much work to be done in such little time.

"Yes," you said.

He stood up and walked over to you. His hand reached up and caressed your face, grazing over your skin.

"Come with me tonight and help me find a new face," he said.

It wasn't much of a request. It was much more of a statement. A demand.

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Consider it a date," he said with a smile.

Art the Clown:

It was the middle of the night on Halloween. You stumbled on your feet as you made your way down the sidewalk. The air was proceeding to get colder as time passed.

You weren't sure what time it was. Your cell phone had died hours ago at the Halloween party you had left.

You couldn't drive home. You were far too intoxicated to do that. Plus, you didn't have a car of your own. Your friend had picked you up before the party. When you went to leave the party there was no sign of her or the car. Figuring that your friend had ditched you for a late-night hookup, you decided to tread back to your house.

Your outfit wasn't providing much warmth either. The clown costume you had picked for the Halloween costume was cute but it was made out of thin fabric. Cursing to yourself, you looked around.

Across the street from you was a pizza restaurant. The open sign still glowed and the lights were on inside.

"I could go for some food," you thought to yourself.

You walked across the street and entered the restaurant. A feeling of warmth cascaded over you as you stepped in.­­­

"Welcome! Great costume! What can I get you?" a man greeted you from behind the counter.

He was heavier set with tan skin and dark hair that was slicked back with styling gel.

You looked over the multiple options of pizza behind the glass of the counter. You ordered a slice of your favorite pizza and sat down at a booth.

As you ate, you heard the bell on the door chime. Glancing up, you noticed a tall figure dressed in a white and black clown suit with an alternating pattern. His face was painted white, and his face was covered in what you assumed to be prosthetics. In his hand, he carried a black bag.

For just a second, you forgot it was Halloween, and a chill ran up your spine. The feeling disappeared quickly as you assumed he was in a similar situation as you. Either going to or coming from a Halloween party.

The stranger sat down at the booth closest to the door without ordering anything.

"May I help you?" the man at the counter asked the clown.

There was no answer; the clown just looked away.

You decided to ignore it and continued to eat your pizza. It was Halloween after all. All types of people were bound to be lurking around.

As you ate, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. Goosebumps were forming on your neck. You glanced over to the clown. He was staring at you. Almp began to form in your throat and a part of you couldn't help but stare back. You couldn't tell if you were scared or just annoyed that someone was staring at you while you ate.

You decide to wave at him. A small gesture to break the ice. He smiled back at you.

You turned back to your food and finished your pizza rather quickly. The clown's smile wasn't necessarily a comforting one. You went to get up from your booth and couldn't. A small gasp left your mouth as you looked up. The clown stood in front of you, peering down as he blocked you from exiting. You hadn't even noticed him get up or walk over.

He put up his finger, gesturing for you to hold on. With a few dramatized miming motions, he reached into his bag and slowly pulled out a flower. He held up a singular rose, and you hesitantly took it.

"Um…thank you," you said quietly, smiling a little.

He tipped his hat and walked away, leaving the shop. It wouldn't be the last time you saw the mysterious clown.

Luigi Largo:

The repossession of organs was a regular occurrence in the city. By the year 2052, everyone's body seemed to begin to fail. Organ transplants and regular cosmetic surgery became the norm. Hell, even you had had a few organ transplants yourself to save yourself from an early death.

And with the new way of life, a new set of rules had to be made. Organs were now a rental property. If you didn't pay, they could be repossessed. You understood the rule, and you never missed a payment. Even when you didn't have the money, you still found a way to have the cash by the time payment was due.

You were good at keeping your payments, but you couldn't say the same about other people. When Gene-Co came knocking on your door months ago, you didn't know what to expect. It's not every day that Rotti Largo comes down to talk to civilians. You had seen him and his children on TV. His daughter was around your age. They lived a glamorous life, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that they were a mess.

Rotti offered you a job that day. He wanted to hire you as an assassin. There were fuzzy details about the current Repo-Man betraying his trust. He mentioned that it was good money and an easy way for you to pay off your organ payments. He even said that the company would give you grace periods to pay. Blah. Blah. Blah. Long story short, he wanted you to be his new "Repo-man".

At the time you weren't fond of the idea. Not many people lived through repossession. It essentially would kill a person each time. Also, really? The company that was paying you would just be getting the money back from you anyway. It didn't make much sense.

But that was months ago.

The past version of you would be absolutely disgusted with the present version of you.

Oh well.

Currently, you had your hand shoved into a man's chest. Normally you would have brought someone like this back to your home. It was much easier to cut the entire chest open to retrieve a heart. But you didn't have time for that right now. You were on the clock.

You had tracked this guy down as quickly as possible once you had realized you were late for drop-off. You had quickly stunned him, causing him to pass out.

And now he would never wake up because you were elbow-deep in his chest. You carefully pulled out the man's heart. You didn't care too much about properly cutting arteries. If Gene-Co didn't care about the condition of the heart then why should you? They just wanted to be able to cross a name off their list.

You placed the heart in a bag and then in your small ice cooler. Looking down at the guy you couldn't help but feel sorry. If only he had kept up with his payments. You started making your way down the streets.

You had on a respirator and tinted goggles. Not only did it help with keeping your identity sealed but it also helped protect you from the ungodly amount of pollution. The air was so thick with smog that it always looked like as if there was a haze of smoke in the air. You hadn't seen the stars in years. Just the cloudy light from the moon.

You remember your mom telling you what it was like when she was your age. She had been born in the early 2000s. She turned 18 around 2020. Your mom had grown up in a rural area, full of green fields and forests full of trees. You could tell that it made her sad.

None of that existed anymore.

Her home had been replaced with parking lots and skyscrapers. By the time she had you, she was 30, and there wasn't much grass left in America. Not many trees either. Most plants were grown in greenhouses now. They wouldn't survive the outside conditions. Now you were in your twenties, and you wished your mom had gotten pregnant sooner. You wished you hadn't had to grow up in a time where Earth had been wiped of nature and replaced with chaos.

As you walked down the sidewalk, you could see the glowing Gene-Co sign from down the street, looming over the city. It felt as if a giant eye was watching over you.

Although you worked for them, you didn't know much about the Largo family. You just knew what you saw on TV and the news. And based on what you heard, the family was nothing short of dysfunctional. You had never met any of them other than the patriarch, Rotti Largo. Your business was usually with Genterns and receptionists, not the Largo family.

You entered Gene-Co, pushing past the big glass doors. The building was an odd combination of a hospital and a business. On some floors, there would be operating rooms and Genterns. On other floors, offices and meeting rooms. You reached the front desk and looked at the blonde Gentern behind it.

God, you hated their uniforms.

The red visors and scrubs that looked like a mini dress bothered you for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that you always got a face full of their rear ends that irked you.

"Delivery," you said behind your mask.

She picked up her desk phone and pressed a couple of buttons.

"The repossession delivery is here," she said to the person on the other end of the line. She nodded her head and hung up the phone.

"You know where to go. They'll buzz you in," she said.

You walked away from the desk and made your way down the hall, entering a back room. It looked like a loading dock but was used for organ storage. And by the looks of it, very poor organ storage. The room wasn't even cold. No wonder people's organs were still useless after surgery.

As you walked past the shelves of unkept organs, you heard a group of voices arguing.

"What the hell?" you thought to yourself.

You knew it couldn't be Genterns arguing. These were two masculine voices.

You turned the corner of shelves and saw two men in suits arguing as Genterns looked on.

"You think you could run this company? Are you mad?"

"The only mad person here is you! God, look at you! You think that fake face looks good on you?"

You then realized who the men were. You recognized them from the news. The Largo brothers.

One had medium-length black hair and wore what appeared to be the face of a woman. The other man's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a chest full of scars. In his hand was a knife. It took you a second to remember their names.

Pavi and Luigi.

"Ahem," you coughed.

Everyone turned to look at you as if you weren't supposed to be there.

"Ah, is this our new Repo-man," Pavi said.

"I've been working for this company for months. I'm not new. Here," you said, handing the heart-filled cooler to the closest Gentern.

"You're new to us," Luigi said, stepping closer as he buttoned up his shirt.

He circled around before stopping right in front of you.

"What's this for?" he said, tapping his knife on your respirator.

"To filter out pollution," you said. Honestly, what type of question was that?

"And these?" he asked, poking at your goggles. His fingerprint smudged the lenses, causing you to have to take them off and clean them.

"I wear them so I don't have to make eye contact with people. Thanks a lot for messing them up," you said, frustrated.

"You're welcome," Luigi said.

He walked away from you, going to stand back by his brother.

"Well, goodbye. I'm sure you have more repossessions to do," Pavi said, smiling.

You stuck out your hand, waiting for the Gentern to pay you.

"What do you want now?" Luigi asked.

"This is the part where a Gentern normally pays me," you said, annoyed.

"Oh, I got you covered this time," Luigi said, walking back over to you. He took out a wad of cash, and you could tell it was way more than your usual pay. You expected him to go through it, but he just sat all of the money in your hand.

"Wait, this is too muc-"

"Keep the change," Luigi said, winking at you.

Billy Lenz:

You slumped onto the couch as you listened to music. It was Christmas break, and the rest of the people in your (fraternity/sorority) had gone home to their families. Only you and a couple of the other members had decided to stay for the holidays. You were left alone in the house while the other members left to go to the bar.

The music played at a low volume and echoed throughout the house. You closed your eyes as you listened to it, droning off as you finally began to relax. The past few weeks had been stressful due to finals, but now all the tests were finally over. It was also the first time you had been alone in months. You could feel the weight of the tension leaving your body. It was a great feeling that you hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't often that you could just sit down and relax.

Just as you began to get comfortable, the house phone rang.

"Damn it," you mumbled to yourself.

You got up and walked into the foyer of the house, picking up the phone with a sigh.

"Hello?" you said. Instead of an answer, you were met with fuzzy garbling.

Strange noises came through the phone. Screams and whispers flooded through the phone.

"Hello?" you said, again, getting more frustrated.

"Billy...." a voice said, drawing out the syllables.

"There's no Billy here. You've got the wrong number?"

"What are you doing, Billy?" the voice whispered with a growl.

"You got the wrong number, man. Goodbye," you said, hanging up the phone.

"What the hell was that?" you thought.

You gritted your teeth as you went to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, you began to pour yourself something to drink. As you did so, you heard a creak upstairs. Your head shot up. You were on edge due to the strange phone call, but you decided to brush off the feeling. The (fraternity/sorority) was old and would sometimes creak in the middle of the night. You were sure that was all it was. Your nerves, plus the old house, were just not getting along.

You went back to the living room and turned up the music in an attempt to get back to your relaxed state. Right before you sat down, the phone rang again. You paused for a second, contemplating whether you should answer it.

You took a deep breath and made your way back into the foyer, picking up the phone slowly and bringing it up to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

This time you could tell your voice was more frustrated. And your frustration got worse as you heard the caller on the other end. Once again, you were met with more grumbles, screams, moans, and whispers.

"Hey, man. I don't know who you are, but stop calling this number!" you said. You slammed the phone back down on the receiver.

Almost on cue, you heard a creak come from upstairs again. This time, you could hear it more clearly. It sounded like the floorboard creaking under the weight of someone's foot.

A shiver ran up your spine as you were suddenly struck with a dreadful feeling of fear.

"Who's there?" you called out. Maybe it was just one of the members of the (fraternity/sorority). Maybe they had come home from the bar while you were in the kitchen.

"Guys, are you home?" you asked. You hadn't moved from the foyer, too scared to even budge. Your eyes were glued to the stairs of the house.

Suddenly the phone rang again, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. You turned away from the stairs and brought your attention back to the phone.

"Look, man. You're really starting to piss me off," you said.

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" a familiar voice said on the other side of the line.

It was your mom.

"Jeez, I'm sorry mom. Hi, how are you?" you greeted, taking a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. I could ask the same about you. Why'd you answer the phone like that?" she asked.

"The house has been getting some weird phone calls, and I'm the only one at home right now. I'm just a little scared is all," you explained.

"Have you called the police to see if they can track the number?"

"No, I don't think it's that serious," you answered.

"Well, please be safe. I was just calling to check up on you and tell you we miss you," she said.

"I miss you too. I'll see you guys once spring break rolls around," you said.

"Okay. And (Y/N)...." Your mom trailed off a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Please be safe," she said.

"I will. Bye, Mom. I love you."

You hung up the phone putting it back on the receiver. You turned back to the stares and let out a gasp. Your body was tackled to the ground and suddenly you were struggling to breathe. You looked up and saw a man with brown hair and a dark green sweater.

His hands were around your throat and your breath was becoming more and more restricted. You clawed at his hands and kicked your legs.

After missing a couple of times, your knee hit the man in the groin, causing him to loosen his grip. You then raised your legs, kicking him back with both of your feet. The man fell back, giving you enough time to get back on your feet. You quickly grabbed the heaviest thing around you which just so happened to be a weighted candlestick sitting on the foyer table.

The man stumbled back to his feet. You gripped the candlestick, just waiting for an excuse to use it.

"Who are you?" you asked.

He smirked, and his eyes glanced over at the house phone on the foyer table.

The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. The mysterious caller was in the house standing right in front of you.

"Man, you got a lot of explaining to do."

Will Graham:

You tapped your fingers on the desk while you waited for Jack Crawford. The door to his office had been open, so you were sure he would return soon. On his desk sat a stack of folders and papers.

If you weren't in a professional setting, you might have not resisted the urge to snoop. But alas, this was your work setting, and you had a great level of respect for Jack. Your eyes pried away from the papers and looked elsewhere around the empty office.

Over the past month, you had been hospital-bound after a nearly fatal encounter with an active shooter. You were just a criminal investigator. And all though you had a firearm on you constantly, most of the time you didn't need it. Crime suspects rarely came back to the scene of the crime. But this one did, and he had pulled out his own gun before you had time to react.

You were shot four times and, you were lucky to be alive. After a grueling recovery phase, you thought it was about time you got back to work.

"I expected you to be home, (Y/N)," a voice said from behind you.

You turned around in your seat. Jack stood at the doorway of his office. There was a small smile on his face. You could tell he was happy to see you.

"I got tired resting in bed. I need some excitement, I guess," you said.

He walked into the office and sat down at his desk.

"Are you sure you're up for it? Your leave technically hasn't ended yet. You still have time to recover," he said.

You shook your head.

"I'm done with recovery. I might need some therapy, but other than that, I'm good," you said with a laugh.

"I can recommend you a good therapist," he said. He was partially joking, but he seemed sincere.

"I might have to take you up on that offer," you said, "So what have I missed? Got anything for me, boss?"

Jack's hand made its way to one of the folders on his desk. He slid it across to you.

The front tab was labeled 'Minnesota Shrike/Chesapeake Ripper'. You opened the folder up and started reading.

"We've been called out to Minnesota to investigate a series of murders. All of the victims so far are all teenage girls. As you can see most of them look rather similar," Jack began to explain.

You flipped through the contents of the folder, reading about each victim and examining their photos, mainly the ones that were taken post-mortem.

You wiggled out a picture from underneath a paperclip that had been taken at one of the crime scenes. A girl was sprawled out in the sun in what appeared to be a grassy field. She was nude. Her skin was very pale and had begun to turn greyish-blue. Right underneath her breasts were two apparent puncture wounds. And what was coming out of those wounds made you squint to make sure you weren't seeing things.

She had been impaled with deer antlers.

"What does this have to do with the Chesapeake Ripper?" you asked.

"There may be a possible connection. We have to search every lead," Jack said.

You nodded and continued to look through the folder.

"And what do you want me to do?" you asked.

"One, get ready to go to Minnesota. We just got the call about an hour ago that there's been another murder," Jack said.

"Really? Man, whoever this guy is he's resilient," you said.

"And two, do me a favor and take these down to Will Graham at the Academy."

Jack took the stack of papers and folders and sat them all down in front of you. You closed the folder you were looking at and put it on top.

"Who's Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Your new investigation partner," Jack said.

"Well, I guess I should meet him sooner than later," you said.

"I agree. I'll see you later, (L/N)," Jack said.

You got up from your seat and took the paperwork into your hands. You exited the office and made your way out of the FBI Crime Lab.

Instead of taking your car, you decided to walk to the academy. It was only a couple of minutes away, so the walk would be rather short.

The leaves on the trees had almost all turned dark shades of orange and yellow. Leaves fell on the sidewalk as you walked down the sidewalk. The changing color made you realize just exactly how much time had passed since the shooting. You remembered how the air had felt that day. It wasn't necessarily hot but it was warm. Warm enough to wear all you wanted to wear was a t-shirt and jeans. But now the air was crisp and cool. In a couple of weeks, the temperature would be in the freezing temperatures. Time had changed so quickly.

You approached the front doors of the FBI Academy and entered. You weren't sure where to go. You figured Will was a teacher but Jack hadn't mentioned what he would be teaching. Now that you thought of it, you had no idea what the man would even look like.

You walked down the hallways, peeking into the open doors. You weren't really sure where to even look. You heard faint talking and footsteps down another hall and decided to follow the sounds.

As you turned the corner you saw what you knew to be students based on their uniforms.

"Excuse me, guys. Do you know where I can find Will Graham?" you asked as you approached them.

"Oh, yeah. We just got out of his class. Down this hall, third door on the right," one of the girls said, pointing down the hall.

"Thank you so much," you said.

You walked down the quiet hallway and turned at the open lecture hall. It was a smaller class with a large projector. You saw who you assumed was Will Graham facing towards the projector, looking up and examining it.

You looked up and paused. It was the same picture from earlier. The girl was impaled by deer antlers.

"In all of my years as an agent, I've never seen anything quite like that," you said aloud.

The man jumped a bit at the sudden sound of your voice and turned around. He had wavy brown hair that cascaded around his head. His face dawned a good bit of short whiskers and he wore dark glasses that rested on his nose.

"Neither have I," he said, "May I help you?"

"Will Graham?" you questioned.

"Yes, and you are?"

"(Y/N) (L/N), Jack Crawford sent me," you said. You walked over to him and offered him a handshake, which he took without hesitation.

"Jack sent you. So you're not a student?" he asked.

"No, I'm an agent. I've been out on medical leave, but I just got back," you explained.

You handed him the pack of paperwork. He took it in his hands and sat it down.

"Welcome back," he said.

"Thank you."

"So what are your thoughts on...all of this?" Will questioned, gesturing up to the projector.

"I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll come up with a better opinion in a couple of hours. I'm coming with you and Jack to Minnesota," you said.

"Oh, you're going with us?" Will said.

"Mhm, it's time for me to get back out there in the field. I'm glad I won't have to do it alone. According to Jack, it sounds like we're partners now," you said.

"I guess so," he said with a small smile.

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✠⠀༷ ゜𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

regarding character muses and fandoms.

⠀˹ 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼

all characters listed here are able to be requested for one-shots & drabbles. all are grouped according to that specific fandom.

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

michael myers — (rob zombie & 2018)

jason voorhees

thomas b. hewitt — (tcm remake)

brahms heelshire

eric newlon / john carver — (thanksgiving)

the sinclair brothers — (bo, vincent, & lester)

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

ethan landry

amber freeman

tiffany valentine

brendan kemp / steve — (fresh 2022)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲.

hellboy — (all movies)

abe sapien — (del toro verse)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

the lost boys (david, dwayne, marko, paul & michael)

the yautja — (predator)

count dracula — (van helsing 2004)

gabriel van helsing — (van helsing 2004)

pyramid head — (silent hill)

count orlok — (nosferatu 2024)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.

bruce wayne — (the batman 2022)

edward nash / the riddler — (the batman 2022)

oswald cobb / penguin — (the batman 2022)

julian rush / the scarecrow — (the batman 2022)

selina kyle / catwoman — (the batman 2022)

sofia falcone — (the batman 2022)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (bale batman verse)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

jim hopper

steve harrington

edward ‘eddie’ munson

henry creel / vecna

jonathan byers

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

gadreel

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─ ─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

v — (v for vendetta)

eric draven — (the crow)

jesse pinkman — (breaking bad)

ellen ripley — (alien franchise)

david 8 — (alien franchise)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

lady alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

joel miller — (the last of us)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

daryl dixon — (the walking dead)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

mike munroe — (until dawn)

jim — (28 days later)

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handjob, begging, blood drawing (very minor just a lip bite), cum. pretty sure that's it hehe~

Check out my new Brahms POV Drabble here!!

His face was glued to your neck, pressing the porcelain nose onto your skin it burns cold like ice. His tousled black hair tickles your chin, you bring your hand up to stroke his curls as he nuzzles into you deeper. Your other hand is wrapped around his cock as you pump him nice and slow. He couldn’t control the whimpers that fell from his lips as you pleased him. 

He deserved this treatment you were giving him. Throughout the whole day he was being such a good boy for you and Brahms is well aware that good boys get good rewards. His eyes screwed shut, reveling in the feeling of your hand on him. He didn’t want it to end. He was so close to finishing but he wanted to stay in this euphoric state just a bit more, so he held back his release. Trying to delay it as much as possible, as hard as it is for him. 

His whimpers only grow louder and louder, like music to your ears, he sounds so beautiful. There’s nothing you enjoyed more than making the tall brooding man melt like putty under your hands. 

“Come on Brahmsy, I know you’re close. Just cum for me hmm?” 

He lets out a groan at your words, a complete 180 from the sounds he was making before. You feel yourself ache at his noises, you grip him tighter, wanting him to hurry and finish. Although you want him to cum, the night was far from over. This would only be the first of the night considering you plan on making him beg for you for hours to come. 

“Not yet…” He pants, his quiet voice barely reaching your ears. 

Your soft pets at his hair halt when you swiftly grab his locks, yanking his head from your neck so you could look into his teary eyes. 

“You cum when I say, so cum Brahms.” You demand. 

You couldn’t see him bite his lip under his mask, the metallic taste coating his tongue as he draws blood. He mustn’t disobey your orders now, not when he was being so good for you all day. His eyes screwed shut as he finally let himself reach his peak. Your hand movements not faltering as you carry him to the end. You can feel the hot thick liquid coat your hands and stomach. You coo at him and kiss his cold cheek in the process, slowly slowing down your strokes. 

When he’s finished you bring your hand up to your mouth and taste him, the saltiness melting on your tongue as you lick up every bit of his release on your hand. He whimpers again at your gestures, admiring the site. When you’re finished you smile delicately at him. He’s so in love with you and everything you do. He’d do anything, kill anything to make sure you’re safe and happy. 

After you finish you cup his face in your hands and plant a kiss on his porcelain lips. He closes his eyes as to kiss you back and you pull away slightly. His eyes flutter open to meet yours and he gets lost in the color of them. He then nuzzles his face into your hands, wanting you to touch him more. You don’t give him the satisfaction just yet. 

“Let’s go upstairs, yeah? I’m not done with you just yet, we still have a whole night ahead of us.” You say calmly, looking deep into his eyes. 

He nods and lets you take his hands in yours as he follows you up the stairs, where the rest of the night takes hold.

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HEADCANONS - asa emory - rz michael myers - art the clown - brahms heelshire - billy lenz - patrick bateman

every headcanon is written with sections (unless specified otherwise) - general, AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF in the drafts: brahms heelshire drabble, sinclair trio hcs, tcm headcanons