#brahms x y/n

[missjellyhead]

HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader

Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers

note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D

Warnings: nsfw.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Cowgirl.

Brahms is spoiled.

He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.

He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.

Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.

When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.

If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.

But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.

You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.

BILLY LENZ

Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless. But 69--

Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.

And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.

Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.

Billy also loves doggy style.

He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.

In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.

He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.

He's noisy. Very noisy.

And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.

But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.

Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.

Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.

It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.

He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.

Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.

BUBBA SAWYER

I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.

But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.

So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.

And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.

If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.

And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.

He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.

And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.

If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.

It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.

It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.

And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.

Do it. He loves to please you.

Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.

(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.

And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.

It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.

He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.

And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.

So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.

Also likes to have you on all fours.

Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.

Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.

(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).

And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.

He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.

He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.

Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.

He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.

That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.

If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position.

It's still deep and strong, but slow.

The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.

(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language

[sl4sh3rsub]

brahms heelshire hcs (nsfw: mdni)

brahms heelshire x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: a whole heap. dom/sub dynamics + aspects of the lifestyle (both brahms and reader are switches, reader is a soft dom mostly) AND top/bottom dynamics (both brahms and reader are vers), dubious consent (somnophilia, overstimulation?), use of mommy/daddy/sir towards reader in separate sections, copious mentions of cum + precum (includes cum eating/cum marking/cum jar), fuck malcolm 202x (brahms is territorial), detailed ass stuff: anal, rimming, ass eating (giving and receiving), oral sex (giving), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), domestic behaviour, hygiene practices, hickeys, thigh fucking, cockwarming, sex toys, dry humping

a/n: barely edited. is it mummy or mommy?? average aussie moment. i also have a smut fic in my drafts so hmu in the inbox if you wanna see it, i'm not too sure if there's any demand for it lmao DISCLAIMER: i, personally, have not been in properly established dominant/submissive relationship! i have been in those spaces for a while though and am doing my best to not misrepresent lifestyle aspects or write fics promoting extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics - obviously take this with a grain of salt as this fic is about a slasher and is already not a healthy n wholesome starting point. do your own research and stay safe irl folks

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

there's a very clear dom/sub dynamic in your relationship and brahms is definitely a switch (leaning sub) to the core. sometimes he'll be extremely dominant with you during sex, but he'll always revert back to your sweet boy after he makes an effort to clean you up <3

you take turns fucking each other braindead but after your eyes roll into your head, you always have to get him back by making him drool into the pillows for the next couple of hours

brahms insists on starting a quickie and cumming all over your chest and face right before malcolm is scheduled to arrive. he pushes you towards the door as the bell rings and wants to leave you with his drying spend stained all over your skin, sticking your shirt to you in dark splotches - a territorial, possessive nature is awakened in brahms as he watches from the walls while malcolm flushes and realises what is going on. the best bit is, you're fully well aware of what he's doing after the first time it happens, but you entertain his antics for a little while longer to ensure the poor delivery boy gets the message to back off

he also has a small, little, teensy weensy habit of cum marking all of your underwear, pillowcases and even goes as far as making you special little jam sandwiches with a little... salty layer, especially for you

push your thumb against his hole and go to town on his ass and eat him out - put a pillow under his hips and do him a favour by stuffing your underwear in his mouth so he won't lose his voice as he's screaming from pleasure, of course. he'll be so, so obedient for the day after and if you sneak behind him to smack his ass, his knees will buckle slightly and his head whips towards you to meet your mischievous gaze

his sloppy, spit-shined pink hole winks at you after you make out with it, and the sight makes you lose control every single time, especially when he whines. he grinds against your tongue as you fuck him, circling your fingers around the base of his cock to stop him from instantly staining the sheets. his precious cum spurting onto his chest would be a waste and make quite the mess

brahms' knees get weak and he practically melts beneath your touch when you start focusing on his cockhead while sucking him off - slick up your thumb with his sticky precum as you drag it along his slit, lick small circles and drool over it as you blow cool air to see him shiver... genuinely anything to do with his sensitive tip with get him spilling all over your tongue. if he's sitting on the edge of a table or counter while you take his length down your throat, he'll shift one of his thighs over your shoulder and hump into your mouth with shuddering gasps, needing to have your drool coating him completely while his eyes roll back and you hold your breath

brahmsy is obsessed with you caring for him (both sexually and non-sexually), especially with things such as prescribed routines and specific positions for him to follow. of course brahms is reliant on order! he's already accustomed to following the rules and schedules while in the wall, so it's only natural for him to feel safe with you after his previous neglect. he's so obedient and willing for you to make him into your own pliable doll - he's most happy with you guiding him everywhere and often shaving him, practically playing dress up every day. brahms knows that every saturday is when you have your thorough 'inspection' of his body - it's when you decide whether or not to shave his pubes and facial hair in the next week! sometimes he wants to be clean shaven and sometimes he's more than happy to grow out his dark curls, but he secretly adores you methodically shaving around his cock - gently holding it up or to the side to make sure you get everything and your diligent focus solely on his soft shaft makes him flush under your attentive gaze. every single time you adjust your warm grip on his balls to maneuver the blade, his cockhead beads out a tad bit of precum. every single time, without fail. he doesn't even have to be hard for his body to react like that, for his tip to drool with his arousal, but your low chuckles and distracted glances up at his flushed chest make it hard for him to not squirm in your hold :( he was originally the one to suggest the whole shaving thing, as he wasn't the biggest fan of fully cleaning up after cumming everywhere and it tended to dry in his thick bush of curls. after you first tried out hair removal with him, he found it much easier to wipe off his mess and was overall much more convenient.

your clinical precision in keeping your favourite boy upkept each day makes for a soothing routine for you and a chance for brahms to preen and bask in your attention for a solid hour. brahms' favourite part of the daily routine is your softly spoken orders in the morning to tilt his chin back slightly as you run the razor over his jawline and down his neck. the raw vulnerability almost gives him shivers, but good boys never disobey directions to 'stay still' <3

if you manage to wrangle up get brahms into having a prescribed skincare routine, his attentively mumbled recitations of the order for his cleanser, exfoliant and moisturizer drift down the hall while you prepare breakfast for two of you :(

make sure to praise him for washing up properly before you both get intimate! his lifestyle did a 180 after meeting you, so any encouragement to be clean and neat is positive reinforcement for him to stay that way

if brahms feels a little shy or out of it on any given day, he disappears into the walls for some time away - that doesn't mean he won't trail you like a shuffling shadow though, he just might not want to be out in the open for a little. to make him feel loved, kiss the wallpaper of the wall he's behind! the little gasp or squeak of surprise as he undoubtedly turns beet red just a mere inch away from you is a small joy <3

if you feel stressed or wound up, he's fully convinced that some dick will mellow you out just fine! he wants you to be fucked out so your anxious demeanor disappears and you can be happy again - it's for your own good :(

despite how he loves the wholesome nature of your voice going soft while you compliment him, he can't ignore how it makes him swell in his pants. he just loves the warmth in your gaze and the quirk in the edge of your lips as his eyes glaze over

brahms has a cum jar that he keeps in the walls - it has a small lock of your hair set in it from when you slept in the house the first night. if you have to go out early to the local farmer's market or shops, you'll most likely find a small, warm jar hastily and clumsily cleaned on your bedside table - a cooling milky substance makes the glass opaque as a few small dribbles slide down the outer rim. it's from brahmsy, of course. he wants you to always be aware of what your presence and existence does to him

whenever he wants to try and cook for you or you leave your meal out before you eat together, brahms will quickly jack off all over the food. he just wants to make sure you have a bit of his love incorporated in your diet - in case you accidentally swap them, he'll make sure to put it on all the plates available. he doesn't mind at all, he's not picky! although, brahms would much rather eat his cum off of your fingers or out of you, or even from your lips as you make out after you give him head... but whatever has to happen to ensure you have his cum in your tummy, brahmsy will do it

he is a fiend for stealing your clothing, especially your underwear (bonus points if they're not clean) - he wears the dirty garment or simply wraps it around his leaky cock. he begs you to wear the cum-stained underwear while you go out on emergency necessary shopping trips. he just wants to ensure that you have him on your mind the whole time :(

if you refuse, he'll reluctantly compromise with you and make you keep the doll with you to ensure everyone backs off when you're in public. he swears up and down that you'll be so much safer with his 'mini me' attached at your hip

if you need to go into town at any point, make sure to prep brahms a day beforehand with being alright in your absence - have your laundry done ahead of time with your detergent and scent on it to give him and leave written instructions to have a shower using your soap and shampoo to feel safer <3 if you've been doing a project over the past few days, such as painting or long chores together (like repairing a set of chairs or dusting all the room decor), make sure brahms is comfortable with continuing it when you're out - it gives him a distraction and something to do with his hands

puppy dog eyes go both ways in your relationship - he weaponizes it to try and convince you to spend more time skin-to-skin and you use it to make him listen and follow instructions. it also has the added bonus of getting you both riled up

tap twice on your belt buckle or the fly of your pants and his brain will fully turn off. his breath goes whiny and his tongue lolls out at the thought of you using his face for your own selfish needs

brahms is incredibly shy but willing to go against his own timid nature for you. the first time he presented himself to you was something you'll never forget. you had gone to fetch him a glass of water and when you returned to your room, he had confidently stripped naked and was kneeling on the rug, waiting for you with a blush across his chest. you stuttered and diverted your gaze in shock, hurriedly covering your eyes. brahms rose and tutted, shakily tilted your chin towards him and cooing at your bashful reaction. he whispered reassurances in your ear - he wanted you to look at his body, it's yours to do with as you wish. he trusts you wholeheartedly, so command him and he will meet your every need

if brahmsy is being a bit of a brat, tease him for not being on his best behaviour - press soft kisses into his lips but never deepening, purposefully avoiding what he craves most. keep your hand at the base of his throat to gently apply pressure while you slowly draw closer to him, puffs of breath mingling as his whines get more desperate. if brahms lunges to try and smash your lips together, pull back and tighten your grip. watch his eyes roll back with tears pooling from his need

brahms' favourite punishment is being spanked as he's bent over your knee, cock pressed between your thighs. whenever he jolts, he can thrust into you as his pale skin lights up pink and red - both from your hand and his arousal. make sure to smack his balls a little too, he'll cum like a fountain from the stimulation. brahms truly is a sight to behold whenever he is falling apart by your hand

his second favourite punishment is when you fuck yourself on a dildo smaller than his cock. order him into his prescribed kneeling position - palms flat on his thighs, heels propped up under his ass and back straight - to make him watch you bounce up and down on your toy, giving him a show. watch him intently and you'll see rivulets of sweat trail down his chest as his dick bobs and twitches against his stomach at the lack of stimulation, his heated gaze feasting on the sight of your body with rapt attention. the part that makes his chest ache is your slightly needy and unsatisfied expression you try to hide - brahms knows for a fact that the silicone can't fill you the way he can. although he is more than happy with watching you get off mere feet infront of him, the agonizing thrum of his heartbeat in his cock and white crescents dug into his thighs are testament to how this scenario is effecting him. it's different to his voyeuristic endeavors behind the walls - if he had his way, he would've already busted a load onto the drywall and all over his fist at the sight of you

brahms is a massive fan of ruined orgasms - as long as you shush his yelps and whimpers while pressing kisses into his hairline and stroking his thighs, that is. he needs the comfort during and afterwards, but the raw experience altogether gives him an adrenaline rush

he is also a massive fan of cock milking - keep a small crystal bowl under his tip to catch all his milky cum. the visual of the aftermath, combined with the shaking of his thighs, nearly makes his vision black out with pleasure

brahms' movements are clumsy, and his hands shake from nervousness and reverence every time he touches you and he learns over time how to please and obey you perfectly, but he never shakes his little habit of rutting against you whenever you're nearby

the poor guy has years and years of pent-up sexual frustration and yearning - you are the perfect solution to all of his problems, so don't be surprised if he's selfish with his pleasure every so often

if you straddle him while cuddling and put his head to your chest, his brain fully stops working and all of his blood rushes to his cock. however, unlike every other time you're in a sexual position, his constant need to fuck you is delayed temporarily - he's torn between feeling comforted and extremely turned on, resulting in him being rock hard but comfortably lounging while you run your fingers through his hair. kiss him at your own pace, as he has no rush to be buried in your guts - just don't shift on top of him though, he'll snap out of it and remember what position you're both in :<

brahms has a life mission of reminding you that it's play time at all times of the day, attempting to coax you into letting him seek refuge between your thighs, no matter the situation - be it eating your ass from behind while you cook or caging you against the nearest bench while fucking your soft thighs

call him a pervert for watching you behind the walls and he'll turn bright red out of shame. do him a favour and ignore the bulge he fruitlessly tries to cover his huge bulge with trembling hands

he loves to give you head while you wake, your heavy musk is addictive to him. he's definitely not against you returning the favour the next day or fucking yourself on his morning wood after he's been humping you in his sleep. his favourite thing is to blink away his drowsiness while realising he's buried to the hilt in your tight warmth, pinching your nipples and moaning above him. hopefully you have nothing to do that morning, because the moment he cums, he will be immediately knocked out for another hour

brahms makes himself a little leather collar in his workshop - if you go into town and get an engraved pendant for him, he will go feral and not take it off for weeks :(

if he feels a bit worn out after a round or a mind-blowing orgasm, expect to feel his face nuzzle into the crook of your neck - especially when his softening cock still buried deep inside you. he loves to take a little nap in between rounds while you cockwarm him, it's just easier for your heartbeats to match pace :<

while brahms was in the walls, he had a habit of skulking around while other nannies were working - stroking his cock for a couple of minutes before going back to lounging in his bed or returning to shadow his carer, raging boner being unattended for a while before the whole cycle repeated. this results in him wandering around the house - with either his boxers tented or his bottom half nude, for easy access of course. you have to train him into the habit of wearing pants consistently. this little pattern of his also results in him initiating sexual situations with you - such as grinding, making out or dry humping - before disappearing into a wall in the middle of it, only to reappear a short while later to continue the interaction

he treasures anything you buy for him! what do you mean you got him a rose bouquet and a pretty butt plug with a shiny gem? ... a toy? for him?? he just wants to be loved and getting him any type of gift, especially sex toys, is the perfect way to ensure he knows he is loved and cared for. it validates his intense feelings of love and affection towards you

it's very important to remind him about alternating his clothes - the sour stench of sweat and musty air can cling to his older outfits, so getting him adjusted to wearing fresh clothing you picked out is beneficial to you both

brahmsy often helps himself to your bed and bedding, causing you to be pressed snugly to his lean body with the downy comforter wrapped securely around the two of you. if you're away from your room in the early morning, expect to return to a tall, snoring man bundled in all of you bed linen

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amab hcs

brahms calls you daddy relentlessly, both in and out of the bedroom, but his cock jumps whenever you reply! the thrum of his heartbeat is palpable in his veins as his eyes glaze over and his reverent gaze trails over your body.

brahmsy begs you to fuck him whenever he's feeling subby, so be sure to let him bounce on your cock - the real reward is the hickeys you leave on his pale chest while he grinds down and clutches your head close to his chest

slap your cock on his hole :( his neck will be aching slightly from his insistence on maintaining eye contact with you as he begs for you to be inside him

if he has misbehaved and broken vases or trashed the house, make sure to skull-fuck him while he drools and whimpers at being used like a fleshlight. praise him for taking it so well but remind him why he's being punished as you stroke his hair, tip hitting the back of his throat. after he has swallowed your spend, pet his cheek and let him know how good he's been for taking it like the perfect boy he is

brahms is not small in size, not small in any capacity. sometimes his shirts ride up and flash his pale tummy. the trail of dark hair heading south below his waistband teases you every time he helps you with hanging out the clothes. the breeze ruffling your hair does nothing to sway your attention from daydreaming of what lies behind that thin material, below that soft treasure trail that points directly to his pretty cock. brahms is faring no better, as he's fully lost in his head and shooting distracted towards your figure. he's trying to not let his arousal show as he remembers the night before… and no, he is not listening to anything you're saying

never underestimate his drive to please you. he'll go until you're shooting blanks - choking and slobbering all over your length, laving the underside of your cock and toying with your veins. he'll keep bringing you to the edge in record time while he gets drunk off your musk and heady taste - his favourite part of taking you down his throat is the pulsing sensation of your cock as he swallows down your hot cum. he's only trying to please you!!

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afab hcs

brahms calls you mommy relentlessly, both in and out of the bedroom, but his cock jumps whenever you reply! the thrum of his heartbeat is palpable in his veins as his eyes glaze over and his adoring gaze trails over your body

if he has misbehaved and broken vases or trashed the house, make sure to ride his face while he drools and whimpers at being used like a toy. praise him for taking it so well, but remind him why he's being punished as you stroke his hair, grinding down on his tongue. after he has lapped up your arousal, pet his cheek and let him know how good he's been for taking it like the perfect boy he is

brahms daydreams about your lip-gloss, all sticky at the base of his cock as your tight lips suckle around his sensitive tip

he's not small in size - not small in any capacity. whenever he's roaming the estate and you cross paths, the sight of his bulge in those worn grey sweatpants catches you off-guard every single time. the delicious curve of his shaft forms a beautiful indent in the fabric and it makes your mind go deliciously blank for a few moments. don't worry, he's not going to notice your doubletake because brahms is far too invested in staring at your bra strap peeking out from your shirt collar. his brain is full of static the moment he imagines you without your top on, teasing him with your gorgeous fuckin body as you slide down to your knees before him... hm? what were you saying? oh he was not paying attention, you're gonna have to repeat that twice as he wrenches his mind out of the gutter

brahms has a penchant for cumming with his tip pressed against your hole - he loves working you up with his tongue while stroking himself then, while he's about to cum, he pushes himself into you. that tad bit of resistance met against his tip is enough to make his balls tighten and cock spurt hot ropes

never underestimate his drive to please you. every night, his lips are more often than not attached to your sopping pussy, tongue laving your juices as he repeatedly brings you to the edge. he's not gonna stop until you're sticky and numb, until your clit is throbbing in protest - he nudges back the hood to admire your pretty bud, spittle and hot his breath cause you to throb under his tongue. he's obsessed with lapping up the arousal drooling out your cunt. he's only trying to please you!!

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ftm hcs

brahms calls you sir relentlessly, both in and out of the bedroom, but his cock jumps whenever you reply! the thrum of his heartbeat is palpable in his veins as his eyes glaze over and his devoted gaze trails over your body

he loves being able to have the hand of another man to teach him how to indulge in pleasure. the absolute mind-blowing rush he feels whenever he sinks into your tight heat rivals what he heard heaven was like, especially when you moan so loudly as he strokes your cock

whenever brahms is fucking you from behind, he has a habit of digging his fingers into your soft lower tummy, massaging his fingertips back and forth over his cockhead as he's buried balls deep. his eyes glaze over at the added pressure and drool dribbles onto your back as his jaw goes slack

if he has misbehaved and broken vases or trashed the house, make sure to fuck his face while he drools and whimpers at being used like a toy. praise him for taking it so well, but remind him why he's being punished as you stroke his hair, grinding down on his tongue. after he has lapped up your arousal, pet his cheek and let him know how good he's been for taking it like the perfect boy he is

brahms is not small in size - not small in any capacity, so sometimes his shirts ride up and flash his pale tummy. the trail of dark hair heading south below his waistband teases you every time he helps you with hanging out the clothes. the breeze ruffling your hair does nothing to sway your attention from daydreaming of what lies behind that thin material, below that soft treasure trail that points directly to his pretty cock. brahms is faring no better, as he's fully lost in his head and shooting distracted towards your figure. he's trying to not let his arousal show as brahms remembers the night before… and no, he is not listening to anything you're saying

never underestimate his drive to please you. every night, his lips are more often than not attached to your sopping tcock, tongue laving your juices as he repeatedly brings you to the edge. he's not gonna stop until you're sticky and numb, until your dick is throbbing in protest - he nudges back the hood to admire your pretty length, spittle and hot his breath cause you to throb under his tongue. he's obsessed with lapping up the arousal drooling out your boycunt. he's only trying to please you!!

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mtf hcs

brahms calls you mommy relentlessly, both in and out of the bedroom, but his cock jumps whenever you reply! the thrum of his heartbeat is palpable in his veins as his eyes glaze over and his adoring gaze trails over your body

imagine his surprise when the pretty, sweet nanny has a bulge under her skirt just like his! his brain short-circuits when he realises you have similar bodies - he's able to transfer his knowledge of pleasure across to you. when he discovers what makes you tick, he practices on himself to get used to it and to hone his technique

he'll sew you a special set of lingerie, with hair bows to match. brahms is a craftsman at heart and nothing makes his heart swell more than watching you showcase his work. he'll fuck you in front of all the mirrors in the house - he wants to see you absolutely fall apart while you display his handiwork. brahmsy truly believes you have the beauty of an angel, that the greatest honour is to have you wear his creation proudly :(

if he has misbehaved and broken vases or trashed the house, make sure to skull-fuck him while he drools and whimpers at being used like a fleshlight. praise him for taking it so well, but remind him why he's being punished as you stroke his hair, tip hitting the back of his throat. after he has swallowed your spend, pet his cheek and let him know how good he's been for taking it like the perfect boy he is

he's not small in size - not small in any capacity. whenever he's roaming the estate and you cross paths outside, the sight of his bulge in those worn grey sweatpants catches you off-guard every single time. the delicious curve of his shaft forms a beautiful indent in the fabric and it makes your mind go deliciously blank for a few moments. don't worry, he's not going to notice your doubletake because brahms is far too invested in staring at your hard nipples making soft peaks in your shirt. his brain is full of static the moment he imagines you without your top on, teasing him with your gorgeous fuckin body as you slide down to your knees before him… hm? what were you saying? oh he was not paying attention, you're gonna have to repeat that twice as he wrenches his mind out of the gutter

never underestimate his drive to please you. he'll go until you're shooting blanks - choking and slobbering all over your length, laving the underside of your girlcock and toying with your veins. he'll keep bringing you to the edge in record time while he gets drunk off your musk and heady taste - his favourite part of taking you down his throat is the pulsing sensation as he swallows down your hot arousal. he's only trying to please you!!

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fuck greta and by extension, fuck malcolm ig. this took a hot minute tbh. am cooking up some more stuff but might take a while.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[callie-the-creator]

Brahms, micheal, vincent, and thomas hewitt reactng to our clit pircing

mild nsfw. warnings: suggestive content, ‘certain’ piercings, reader is a fmab, brief mention of masturbation (m), fingering, etc.

author’s note: ask and you shall receive! 💓

brahms heelshire

• you didn’t tell brahms right away when you had gotten your clit pierced. you knew that it would intrigue him, but figured it’d be in your best interest to let it heal first.

— it should also be stated that you have quite the habit of walking around the heelshire mansion with only a t-shirt and panties. so, when you were tired and decided to stretch, your shirt lifted, giving brahms the perfect opportunity to let his eyes wander down. the way the fabric landed in one area was…unnatural. brahms, at the time, figured that he must be imagining things. boy, was he wrong.

• later that week, when brahms was watching you from the little holes through the walls, he caught you changing. he always liked to see you like this—so calm and nonchalant as you slipped off your underwear. how erotic it was to make brahms’ hand subconsciously slip under his waistband, but when you turned around, he stopped. that’s when he saw your piercing.

• brahms nearly hit himself against the wall when he leaned forward to get a closer look.

• you looked so wonderful…a small smile crept onto his features from under his mask as he resumed pleasuring himself from behind the wall, but brahms was confused. why haven’t you told him? there must’ve been some reason. he did feel a bit heartbroken that you didn’t share this news with him, but to make it all better, he’ll have to pretend to be shocked once you tell him about your new piercing.

michael myers

• i think it’s safe to say that you were a bit scared to show michael your piercing. he’s always been unpredictable, hard to read.

— with that being said, when you told me that you were going to get your clit pierced, he was less than impressed. after your appointment, michael even went so far as to ignore you for the first few days. however, he eventually got used to it with time.

vincent sinclair

• when you got home after your appointment, vincent was working on another one of his wax statues. so, when you went down there and saw him at his workstation gathering some supplies, you leaned against him. he doesn’t care if you press all your weight against him, he can hold both of you up (and he loves whenever you do that).

— seeing that you were back home, one of vincent’s arms snaked around your waist and he used it to pull you closer to him, caressing your side when he did. he missed you.

• “guess what i did?”

— this caused vincent to stop what he was doing and look down at you, you didn’t get new clothes, your hair looked the same…so what was it? he had no clue. he simply tilted his head to show you that he was interested.

• that’s when you took him by the hand and pulled him off to the side, away from the prying eyes of his wax statue, to give him a sneak peek of your piercing.

• vincent had to do a double-take when he first saw it, but he was so gentle when he caressed your inner thigh, not wanting to risk hurting your healing clit. you’re so beautiful…

thomas hewitt

• you didn’t know how you forgot to tell thomas about your new piercing.

• but just as when thomas was about to go down on you, you remembered about it all and went to stop him, but it was too late…he saw the glimpse of the light reflecting off your clit piercing. he blinked rapidly at the sight. was he dreaming? silently, thomas looked between you, your piercing, and back to you.

— don’t get thomas wrong, he immediately became a fan of it, but it was just…hard to take in all at once. he almost immediately grazed his fingers over the piercing—careful not to hurt you in any way in doing so.

• “do you…like it?”

— how could you ask that? of course he did! his veiny, chubby cock pulsed causing his voice to ring out in delight. thomas slowly nodded, his slick sweat falling down his lowbrow and down his reddened face, keeping his focus on the piercing as he slowly inched his index and middle finger inside of you…

[buggwrites]

Please don't leave.

Brahms Heelshire x afab!reader

Warnings:

There will be adult topics and smut, so 18+ ONLY please

Summary:

You find that ever since you had been working for the Heelshires in babysitting their "son", there has been a secret admirer of yours watching from the walls. A very... Special... Someone. You begin to come to terms with it after a bit, and even start to feel sympathy for the silly wall man, warming up to him over a very quick greeting while trying to go on a grocery run.

Your pov:

I woke up in my usual bed of the large Heelshire manor, groggy like always. My eyes flickered open as I glance over at the blaring alarm clock, moving my fingers to push the "off" button of the small device. I sit up on the plush bed, stretching out my muscles. I stare off into space for a moment, still trying to wake up. I let out a grunt before flipping the covers off of me. I knew the schedule. Get up, get dressed, wake Brahms up, and so on. I stumble sleepily over to my small dresser, yoinking out some clothing for myself. I cradle the clothing in one of my arms, shutting the drawers one by one with my empty hand.

I throw my clothing onto the ground, beginning to undress myself. I get the eerie feeling I'm being watched, but I brush it off as my imagination playing with me. I've felt that same feeling of being watched since a few weeks ago, when I got here to take care of a doll named Brahms. Sure, it was an odd job, but considering what I'm being paid it wasn't that big of a deal. Once finished slipping the cloth off my body, I nab at the new clothes piled up by my feet, redressing myself. I take my old clothing, walking over to the hamper and throwing it inside then making my way out of the room and towards the doll's.

Once I arrive at the room that looked like the one of a child's, I walk over to the bed placed against one of the walls, picking up the doll in my hands, grinning a bit. "Good morning Brahms !" I chirp, looking into the glass eyes of the doll as they stare right back into mine. I place the doll back on the bed only for a moment to grab his new clothes, taking off his old ones and redressing him gingerly. Once done, I place his old clothes in his small hamper to wash later, picking up Brahms to go make him breakfast.

Once we get to the kitchen, I place him in his respective chair, grabbing some eggs and bacon from the fridge, placing them by the stove before I slide some bread into the toaster. I hum as I get to cooking, eggs and bacon sizzling on the pan. I flip the eggs flawlessly, then do the same to the bacon except with a spatula this time. I finish cooking, the toast popping up at the same time I finish up my task, and I hold the pan up, sliding the eggs and bacon onto a plate, rushing to the sink to wash off the pan, the metal sizzling under the cold water I pour over it.

I walk back over to the food I just made, pulling the newly made toast out of the toaster, spreading some butter on it and placing it on a seperate plate. I place the plate with eggs and bacon in front of Brahms, smiling at him happily before sitting in a chair close to his, placing the toast in front of me. I pick up a piece of toast, bringing it up to my mouth, closing my eyes softly as I hum quietly to myself. I finish quickly, excusing myself from the table. "I'm gonna be right back, okay Brahmsy ?" I smile gingerly at the doll before taking my plate, washing it in the sink and walking off to the bathroom to give Brahms some time alone.

I walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I reach for my hairbrush, combing it through my hair as I stare into the mirror, ridding my head of tangles and knots. Once I finish, I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, squishing some of the fluoride mixture onto the bristles and placing the brush under rushing water for a moment before beginning to brush my teeth. Once I finish, I spit out the toothpaste into the sink, washing out my mouth with the same rushing tap-water. I spit the rest of the water out into the sink, turning off the water and placing my toothbrush back in its holder, tostling around with my hair and smiling at my reflection.

I walk back out of the bathroom, and just as he usually does, he ate all his food while I was out of the room. I smile warmly as I pat the small doll's head. "Good boy, Brahms !!" I praise him softly, my eyes tender and loving. I pick up the plates placed in front of the doll, taking them over to the sink and washing it off before walking back over to Brahms. I take him kindly into my arms, sauntering over to the study room, placing him upright in his chair as I sit in the one opposite of him after grabbing a book off of the shelves, flipping open the pages to where we're last time.

Time Skip

It was now lunch, and I was getting Brahms ready to eat once more, putting him back into his chair to wait for me to make him something quick to eat. I check the fridge, groaning a bit as I realize that we were out of fruit. Malcom wasn't supposed to get here until Wednesday, and I needed to give Brahms his lunch. I knew we were almost out of bread as well, so I look at Brahms with an awkward grin. "Brahms, we're out of fruit and bread. I have to go shopping, okay ? I'll be back in less than 2 hours, I promise. Be a good boy and wait for me, okay ?" I hear a slight rumble from inside the wall, cocking my head at it for only a moment before shrugging it off as the house settling. I begin making my way to the door after I grab my bag, but I'm stopped by two large arms wrapping around my waist and holding me tight.

"Don't leave Brahms..." I hear a quiet voice whisper, meek and trembling. I let out a shaky breath, whipping my body around to look at who had grabbed me. I stare at a very tall masked man wearing a green cardigan and an off white tanktop with suspenders holding up deep brown pants that crumpled up around his old shoes. He stared down at me needily, his large hand still attached to my arm, his dark brown curls disheveled and messy. Then his eyes, the only part of his face that wasn't covered by his doll mask which was the most concerning piece of his outfit. His eyes glistened in the light, and he continued to stare into my eyes with his true green ones.

"Wh-Who are you...?" I whimper, gazing into his gorgeous eyes, his staring right back into mine. "Brahms," he cooed in a childlike voice. I could plainly tell it wasn't his real one, but he might be using this child one to cope with something. I swallow. Hard. I didn't know how to get out of here without the chance of being hurt, seeing how quick and muscular he had looked and acted. How long had he been spying on me for ? What had he seen me do. So many questions rang through my mind, but it was all silenced by the main question;

"Brahms, have you been watching me ?" I ask quietly, his grip on my arm becoming harder. He only silently nods, staring down at the ground for a moment. Then I realize... "Are you the little boy that the doll replaced ?" I look at him gingerly, tilting my head to the side. He nods once more, bringing his eyes to look up at me this time, and I could see the look of hurt ridden in his eyes. I let out a hum in response, looking down at the ground to process this all. "How long has it been since you've been out here and able to take care of yourself? like cooking and bathing ?" My voice is still in a coo, speaking softly and clearly to him. He shook his head this time, staring down once more. "Don't remember..." I could tell he was honest with his words, and I nod slightly.

I bite my lip for a moment to think, pasuing in my thought before speaking once again. "How about we take a bath first, hmm ?" I smile at him warmly, and he nods softly, his pretty eyes gazing back into mine. I take his hand off my arm, instead holding it in mine. I could tell he hadn't been touched like this in a long time and it was much needed. I let out a faint sigh, my smile still warm and kind. I walk to a nearby closet which thankfully had a few clean towels piled up. I took 2 just in case before I lead him to the bathroom, putting him in the room before remembering he'd need new clothes, letting go of his hand and about to go out of the room. Before I can make my escape out into the rest of the house, my hand is almost yanked back as he looks at me tentatively. "Are you leaving me ?" He speaks lowly, in his real voice this time. I turn to look at him once more. "I'm just gonna find some clothes for you, Brahms. can you wait here for me ? I'm not leaving,"

He doesn't seem convinced. His grip only tightens around my fragile wrist, and I slightly try to wiggle free. "Don't leave Brahms... Get clothes after..." His child-like voice comes back, his English accent prevalent as he speaks softly. I grunt before turning my body around, letting out a sigh. "Alright then, after. Now can you get undressed for me, Brahms ?" I speak lowly and softly, careful with my words.

"No," he retaliates. I give him a confused glance. "Do it for Brahms..." He speaks once more, and I'm fully taken aback, my face flushing red at the thought of undressing this man-child. I clear my throat, staring into his eyes. "Please Brahms. Be a good boy and do it yourself, hmm ?" I beg, hoping he'd do as I asked with a soft smile across my face. But of course he does the exact opposite. "No. Brahms is already a good boy. Do it for Brahms. Please...?" His final plea at the end makes me bite my bottom lip and think for a moment. I sigh reluctantly, reaching my hands out to him.

I tug off his green cardigan, it falling off his arms and to the floor. I gawked at how big his muscles were. How did this dude work out to get this big ?? I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind as I push the suspenders off his shoulders, fidgeting with his shirt a bit, hesitant and red-faced. I look at Brahms; "Are you sure you can't do this alone, Brahms ?" I speak softly and slowly for him and responds quickly after, nodding his head as he spoke. "Yes. Do it for Brahms..." His eyes were fixated on mine, and I only let put a huff in response.

"Arms up, then," I talk once more, still soft and caring with my tone. He lifts his arms straight up for me. He was being really obedient. It was nice, seeing how well this worked for me. Maybe taking care of the real Brahms would make this stay more exiting and easy. I hesitate for a moment, my fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt. I gather up my courage, then lifting his shirt over him as best I could. He had to bend over just a bit for me to get it the rest of the way off, and I blushed slightly at the gesture.

Once I got the tanktop off, I throw it to the side on the ground. I look down at his pants, knowing my body physically wouldn't let me take them off. I plead Brahms, but he doesn't budge. "If you don't, then you won't get a goodnight kiss, Brahms, " I speak quietly, and he perks up at the punishment I promise him. He pouts, whining a bit. But it seems that the thought of no goodnight kiss was enough to push him over, and he slips his pants and boxers down, kicking them and his shoes off. I try not to look down, but failing as I grab a single glance. My mouth drops open before clearing my throat and bringing my eyes to look back up into his.

"Are we leaving the mask on, Brahms ?" He nods quickly, and I hum in response. "Alright then. Bath or shower ?" I cock my head at him, and he thinks for a moment, I could see the thought process running in his head. I just stare at his distracted eyes. "Shower. With Brahms," My jaw drops farther than it did before. A shower. With a man I just met. My face flushes a deep red, and I get lost in thought for a moment before clearing my throat. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a bubble bath ?" The offer seems tempting to him as he thinks once more before talking again.

"No. Shower with Brahms," he repeats, just staring into my eyes tentatively. I nod, staring at the ground for just a moment. "Are you sure you're sure ?" He nods in response to my question, and I let out a long sigh, fidgeting with my fingers. "You need to have your clothes off to shower with Brahms..." I perk up at his claim, my face getting even redder if that's possible. He suddenly reaches his hands out to me, tugging at my shirt, trying to pull it up. I yip at the sudden action, pulling away from his grabby hands. This man clearly didn't know what manners were, considering how long he's probably been cooped up in this house with no outside contact.

I realize there was no getting out of here alive if I didn't do as asked. I slowly and hesitantly slipped my shirt and pants off, putting them to the side, leaving me in just a bra and underwear. His eyes weren't as polite as mine, wandering over my body, careful to look at every inch of me. "Those too. They're in the way," Brahms states, pointing at my undergarments. I blush at the thought of being completely naked in front of some dude I just met.

"Brahms, are you sure you can't just shower alone ?" I ask, silently hoping he'd say he could be independent. But he doesn't. "No. You're supposed to shower with Brahms," I sigh reluctantly, wrapping my hands towards the back of my body, unclipping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I tug my underwear down my legs now, kicking it off my feet. As I stand back up, Brahms's eyes are wide and wandering over me silently, and he reaches out a hand to touch my body. But before he could touch me, I grab his wrist, pushing him away.

"No touching, Brahms," I speak clearly and sternly, and he whines at me. "And no whining. Get into the shower, Brahms," I guide him into the shower, standing by his side. I close the curtain around us, then turn on the water, letting it flow down on the both of us. I grab the shampoo, squirting some in my hand before placing the bottle down again. I motion for Brahms to move his head down, and he does as I order.

I scrub the soapy mixture into his hair, making sure none gets past his mask. He grumbles softly as I scratch his scalp, closing his eyes softly. I smile gingerly before grabbing the moveable shower head, using it to get rid of the soap from his hair, putting a hand by his hairline to make sure no soapy water rushes down his face. Once I'm finished getting the shampoo out, I put the shower head back in its holder, grabbing the conditioner and putting some in my hand.

I scrub the mixture into his hair again, humming quietly to myself. His hair was naturally very soft, and his kind gaze made me smile slightly. Suddenly, as I'm about to wash out the conditioner from his hair, I feel a set of hands place themselves on my hips. I look into Brahms's eyes, my own slightly wide.

"What are you doing ?" I ask sternly, my eyes peering into his. He whines, his green eyes staring back into mine. They were very pretty, his eyes. I could get lost in them. But I didn't. I take his hands off my hips, instead grabbing the shower head again, rinsing the mixture out of his hair again. "Now, do you think you could wash your body for me ?" He shook his head vigorously, grunting softly. I sigh, grabbing a nearby loofah in my hands as well as a bottle of body soap.

I poured the soap into the small collection of ribbony fabric, beginning to scrub the soap around his body. I hesitate at a few places, moving onto something else before finishing washing him. I grab the shower head one last time, rinsing off his body and making sure to get the soap off him. I sigh, putting the shower head back in its place, turning off the water soon after. I open up the shower curtain, reaching for one of the towels I got, bringing it over to Brahms. I slowly scrunch his hair in the soft fabric of the towel, humming softly before bringing the towel down to his body, getting rid of the water.

Once he was almost completely dry, I put the towel on the floor, picking up the other towel and using it to dry myself off. Once I finish drying off my own body, I wrap the towel around myself, picking up the old clothing in my arms. I am about to leave the room when my hand is grabbed. "Are you leaving me ?" Brahms asked, staring at me, a twinge of fear ridden in his eyes at the thought of me just leaving him. I knew I couldn't leave him, especially not now. I shake my head, a kind smile sprawled across my face.

"No, Brahms. I'm just grabbing you some new clothes to wear until these old ones are washed, okay ? I pinky promise I'm not leaving you," he sighed at my answer, his head hanging low as he pulls his hand away from my wrist, nodding a little. "Okay..." I was proud he was putting his trust in me, and I smiled kindly at him. "Thank you Brahms. You're such a good boy for me right now," He perks up at my praise, his eyes sparkling a bit.

I walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me as I leave. I head off to the washing room, throwing both towels and our old clothes into the machine, pouring soap in and turning it on. I walk back to my room, opening the door and looking for clothes for myself. I slip on a cute outfit, grinning softly as I glance at myself in the mirror. I then remember exactly why I was in here; for Brahms's new clothes. I grunt, realizing he probably didn't have another outfit and I would have to improvise. I reach into one of my drawers, pulling out a very oversized longsleeve shirt I like to wear to bed, at least a 5XL in mens, a pair of large sweatpants, and socks. I then also remembered I had no change of underwear for him, and I frowned, sighing a bit.

I stare off into space for a moment before collecting myself and bringing myself back to the bathroom. I knock on the door before opening it, looking at the man who had patiently waited for me. "Hey, I got you some new clothes. I didn't know where you kept your clothes, so you can borrow mine until we get you some new ones," he seemed happy at that information, grunting a bit. "Do you want me to get you dressed as well ?" I ask quietly, and he nodded at my question, softly and silently. I put the new clothes on the counter, grabbing them one by one, slipping them on him gently so that I didn't hurt him in any way. They fit him well, except the shirt was bigger on him than I expected. The sleeves fell just past his fingers and the base of the fabric went past his torso, the fabric hanging loosely past his hips. The sweats fit baggily along his legs. He pushed his socked feet into his shoes last, the one part of his outfit he did alone.

Once he was done, he stood back up, looming over me as he stared down at me. I grinned at him, then remembered he probably hadn't eaten in a bit. I take his hand softly in mine, leading him out of the bathroom, his old sneakers squeaking against the hardwood of the Heelshire manor. I brought him to the kitchen, moving the doll that resembled him out of the way and motioned for him to sit down.

He did as I gestured, slumping down into the seat that seemed tiny compared to him. I sighed, content with how well he was behaving. "Good boy, Brahms. What do you want for lunch ?" I speak softly to him, and he puts his sleeved hand in mine, holding it kindly his, staring at our connected hands. He thought for about a minute before speaking again. "You," he answers simply, his gaze still lingering at our connected hands. I blush at the request, not knowing exactly what he meant, so I decided to ask; "Brahms, what do you mean ?"

"I mean you," he was very clear with his tone as he got up on his feet swiftly, looming over me once more. He knew what he meant, and what he wanted from me. I swallow hard on some air caught in my throat. Before I could even reply, he grabbed my wrist, starting to lead me down the hallway and to one of the rooms, almost dragging me at this point. This was all moving so fast. But somehow, I couldn't find myself complaining in the slightest. He pulled me to my room, throwing me on the bed as he got on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. I knew I couldn't escape now, so there wasn't any point in trying. I just lie there in the middle of the mattress, Brahms staring down at me hungrily, his breathing heavy.

His eyes fixed on mine, his face slowly leans into my own. My hands tremble, just as my legs do. I stare right into his eyes, his peering in mine. We were like this for a good 30 seconds, just in eachothers personal space and staring at each other. A stern "Mine," is all he spoke before pushing the porcelan lips of his mask into my face, colliding our lips together. I let out a yip at the sudden coldness on my lips, but didn't pull away. No, I couldn't, even if I wanted to. Which I did. I just kiss back softly, letting out a small groan as I close my eyes and push my lips farther into his. One of his hands is pulled off the bed, it now being placed on my side. His large hand trails up my body, gaining a whimper out of me as he continues to kiss me with raw passion. As his hand goes up my body, it pulls up my shirt, the fabric rolling up along my belly.

I plant my hands on Brahms's broud chest to push the large man off of me, staring into his pure green eyes as he gives me a confused gaze. "Brahms, what do you think you are you doing ?" I question, pursing my lips into a line. He doesn't respond, only giving a small grunt as an answer. His hand only continues its arrival at my chest, whining as he realizes I have a bra on. He tugs at the fabric, clearly wanting it off. I let out a sigh, staring into his eyes. "Brahms, you're being naughty. We can't be doing this," I state, and his eyes widen at being called out for his pushy behavior.

"Brahms is not !" He pushes in his childish voice, grumbling softly in a bratty way. "Brahms wants you..." He whispers, his eyes trained on mine. He tries to lean into me once more, but my hands keep him pressed away. "No, Brahms," he tugged at my bra once more, whimpering softly. My words fell to deaf ears as he thinks for a moment, I could see the thought process going through his head before he speaks again. "If I make you feel good, you won't leave..." He speaks so quietly and softly to me, just staring into my eyes. I didn't know what he meant by what he said, but before I could say anything, he pulls the hand that was toying with my bra away to grab one of my hands and guiding it up to put my hand onto my eyes, closing and covering them.

"Don't look... Please..." He leaves my hand on my face, and I hear the sound of elastic snapping back into place. Did he just... take off his mask ? "Promise Brahms you won't look," he spoke once more, waiting patiently for me to reply. "I promise," I whisper, swearing a promise to him. I hear him grunt, and I'm now completely blind to whatever he may do. I don't know where he is, not until I feel a pair of lips connect with the skin of my neck. I let out a shaky breath, shuddering at the sudden touch. My neck was one of my weak spots, so this caught me off guard.

He leaves sloppy kisses along my neck, and I let out small groans and whimpers. I let out a stifled breath followed by a moan as he leaves a small bite on my skin. I knew it would leave a mark later, but frankly I didn't care. My hand that wasn't covering my eyes went up to Brahms's curly, dark hair, tostling it around with my fingers. It was quite soft now that it was dry, letting out a slight hum of satisfaction as I comb my fingers through his hair some more. He lets out a small groan, leaving one final kiss on my neck before pulling away. I let out a soft whimper, already missing his touch, yet I keep my eyes shut tight as I promised.

I shudder as I feel a kiss being left on my stomach, letting out a soft grunt. "Brahms..." I mutter breathlessly, my hand still in his hair. He leaves another kiss on my tummy. Then another. Then another. Then he keeps trailing his lips farther down until hes at the hem of my pants. He doesn't even hesitate, slipping his fingers past my underwear and pulling both my pants and underwear down at the same time. He tugs them off my feet and throws them aside, leaving my lower half bare.

He spreads my legs right apart, I couldn't see his hungry stare. His hand glides down my thigh, his thumb brushing over my slit, gaining a soft moan from my other end. Without warning, he presses his mouth against me, his tongue meeting my clit in a passionate dance. I groan, long and hard. I grip at his hair while his tongue works its magic, licking and sucking on my clit. He seems to know what he's doing, even though he's probably not even done this before. Though I wasn't complaining. His tongue occasionally brushes past my slit, gaining another groan from my end. I tug his hair, pushing his face even more into me, grabbing a soft moan from him.

My legs quiver with glee, my hips bucking into his face. My body twitches, hot breaths pouring out of my mouth as I mumble soft praises for Brahms. I can already feel myself growing close, my eyes locked shut as my other hand lifts up to grapple my own hair. I let out a muffled groan, my teeth gritted as my back arches.

I'm so close, his tongue only moving faster as he senses how high I was. I let out a few more shaky breaths, each one's pitch getting higher before I let out one final, long moan, hitting my orgasm. My hips buck and my legs clamp around Brahms's head, my hand grips his hair. I cum for a little over 5 seconds, letting out gutteral, staggered moans. Brahms quickly laps up all the cum from my crotch, letting out soft grunts. I finally calm down from my climax, huffing heavily, a big grin sprawled across my face as my back falls against the mattress once more. I'm about to open my eyes when I remember my promise. My legs fall to the side, softening my grip on Brahms's hair. My other hand flops down to the bed, just feeling Brahms still soft, slow licks on my womanhood. I feel him pull away, his thumb brushing my slick.

"Was Brahms a good boy ?" He asks after a small moment, pressing his thumb to my clit, pulling a quiet moan out of me. My eyes stay shut for him, but I respond softly, a big grin on my face. "Yes. A very good boy, indeed," I whisper out to him, my fingers comb through his hair ever so softly. I feel him leave a kiss on my clit, sending a shiver up my spine before he crawls back on top of me, the bed sinking under his weight. I feel his hands leave the bed for a moment, then the sound of elastic slapping again.

"You can look now..." He mutters, and I do as he said, opening my eyes softly to be met with the same mask and true green saucers for eyes. My hands slink up his neck, brushing over and toying with his hair as I stare deeply and intently into his eyes. I just hold him close, close to my body and soul. he presses the lips of the mask into mine once more, and I let out a needy sigh into his porcelan lips. This was all I needed from then on. Just him and his closeness. I was content, and never wanted this moment to end. But of course, this wasn't the end of the night, but I was completely oblivious to the fact. I just kissed the big himbo on top of me, and I was happy with that.

THANK YOU FOR READING !!

I really hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. I spent like, I dunno, 3 days on it ? So I hope I did well on this 😁 Alright !! See yall later 🔥🔥🔥

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Clingy brahms with separation anxiety having a breakdown after reader went out for groceries (malcolm isnt here) and reader coming back to him laying infront of the door asleep with ouffy eyes and then they take him to the bedroom and cuddle with him and he wakes up shaken up and they(reader) comfort him?🥹

Its can be any pronouns ;w;

Alone

Okay, this is my first time writing for him, so let me know how I did!

Gotta love me a clingy Brahms... but what if this is the reader's first time meeting him? What if the reader never knew who he was until they leave?

Brahms Heelshire x gen!reader

You hated to leave the house this time of year. It's cold, wet, rainy, windy, and gross out there, but you have to get a few things. Malcolm wasn't coming to the house until the end of the week, and to add insult to injury, he's come down with the flu. So, why should you risk going out while he got the flu? In this weather?

You wrote a sticky note, telling him where you were going, but you needed to tell him in person. You remember that your parents left without telling you once, and it scared you shitless. Yes, they left a note, but it still wasn't the best thing for you.

You sat the doll down in the living room with some of Brahms's favorite teddy bears, making the warmest cuddle pile that you could muster. "Brahms, honey, I have to go to town for a moment, okay? I promise to be back as soon as I can."

"No," you heard from the walls, the little boy calling for you. "Don't leave Brahms."

You fixed his little jacket and straightened his hair just a tad. "If you are on your bestest behavior, I'll let you have extra ice cream tonight--"

"Brahms... wants y/n," the voice said again on your left. the little voice echoed throughout the living room and it nearly broke your heart. "Don't leave me."

But you have to get some food. You have enough to last two days, but it's Tuesday. You can't have that. What type of caretaker would you be if you let little Brahms starve? What type of person would you be if he didn't have everything he needed? You let out a tired and quick breath and closed your eyes.

You stood up and went to the coat rack. You started putting on your warm jacket when you heard the walls crack as if there were rats. It's been doing that lately. More often than normal, actually. You've been here for a handful of months being the doll's nanny, and you loved it. Everyday was a new adventure with Brahms. Everyday, something new happened between you and the doll. The ghost of the boy even started talking to you more and more. You thought you were going insane, but he made it clear that it was him. The silence between you two was filled with bits of joy and happiness. The more you watched over Brahms, the more your heart swell for the doll.

As for his ghost and the walls moving? You couldn't make out if his was trying to scare you or make you nervous. Either way, a new rule was made: No Jump Scaring the Nanny. After that, Brahms's doll stopped moving from one room to the other, and you were thankful for that. You didn't want to have a heart attack every time you turn around and meeting a still doll looking back at you.

The house never felt empty when you and the doll hung out, you following the rules as close as you could. You and Brahms walked around the house every other day. You would carry him with such care as you talked about anything and everything. You loved seeing the art hanging on the walls, and you loved telling him daring storied behind some of the paintings. The house never felt alone with you around, and you felt as if he was thankful to have you. Maybe you're his first friend? Even at night, in separate rooms, you never felt alone. You always felt as if a guardian angel was watching you while you slept. Sometimes, you would feel as if your angel was sleeping next to you as the end of the bed, sitting on the edge, or leaving a kiss in your hair.

You weren't alone, y/n. Never were alone.

You went back into the living room and your face fell. The doll moved from the cuddle pile of teddy bears to your keys on the counter. He was sitting on it as if he could stop you from leaving, but he had to face it that he was just a doll, not human.

"Brahms," you breathed as you went to the keys. You pick them up then picked Brahms up. You carried him to the cuddle pile again. Turning, you took your jacket off the couch and placed it over him like a blanket. "Can you be a good boy and stay here? Not trash the house like last time?"

The last time you left, it was just to get the mail. When you came back, the library was turned upside down. Malcolm helped put things together while you put Brahms in time out, sitting him in a chair, facing the corner of the wall. That night, you had a heart-to-heart with him not to turn the house inside out whenever you leave. As punishment, you didn't give him his goodnight kiss or read to him. The next morning, you woke up to a drawn picture made out of crayons of some flowers, and there was a written apology on the back of the drawing.

"Stay," the boy's voice said again, but it sounded like it was over you. You looked you, jerking your head to see nothing by the ceiling. "Y/n shouldn't leave Brahms."

You looked back at the doll and placed a kiss on his head. You stand and took one last look at the room. "I will be back in two hours, okay? I promise."

"Don't go!" You heard something far in the house break, and it sounded like glass. "Don't leave me! I'll be good! Brahms will be good!"

"I'll be back!" You promised. "I swear!" You opened the front door and left, locking it behind you. As you started down the steps, you could've sworn you felt eyes watching you with hatred and fear. You looked back at the house then went to the car. "I promise," you whispered.

You started your car and left the Heelshire Mansion.

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As promised, you were back within two hours with a five bags of groceries and fast food. You got Brahms a Happy Meal to make up for leaving. You knew he'll be mad, but you hope he'll understand. His ghost was different to deal with sometimes, but you were happy with it. He wasn't the worst kid you've looked after, but he wasn't a saint either. Some days were better than others, but you always kissed him goodnight and read to him in the rocking chair in the den.

But you would be lying to yourself that you didn't enjoy leaving the house for a while, too. If it wasn't for the wind and the rain, it would be a halfway nice day. Maybe you would take Brahms on a drive once the weather gets better outside. You think he would love to go on a drive to the bookstore and back! He could pick out new books and stories for you to read, and you can get a cake pop and a hot cocoa...

Brahms would love that.

You unlocked the door and pushed the door open. "Brahms!" You announced. "I'm home--"

You dropped the bags as you found a grown man in the hallway of the house. He wore light grey sweatpants and a dirty white cutoff, showing different sized scars over his skin. His dark brown hair was curled and untamed, greasy and wild. You wanted to scream and call the cops, but something caught your eyes. He wore a mask that looked just like Brahms's face. The more you looked at him, the more familiar you felt with him. It's like you've known him your whole life being in the house taking care of the doll.

You closed the door behind you and picked the bags back up. He was out like a light, sleeping heavily in the hallway, clutching your jacket. You could see his mask had tear stained streaks over the clay, and you felt bad for him. If this was Brahms, the doll you've been caring for, you'll have to tell not to sleep on the floor because you haven't swept in a while.

You took the bags to the kitchen and put away the cold items before coming back to him. Carefully, you lifted the man up and hauled him to the couch. You laid his head on your lap and just looked at him. The man looked so close to the doll's face, and it almost scared you. There wasn't a ghost in the house. There wasn't a boy's ghost haunting the doll. There was him, and he's been here the whole time. His parents must've hid him away from the world, and you felt sorry for him.

But you should be scared. You should be terrified that there's a stranger resting on your lap, but you didn't fear a thing. The paintings of a young boy around the house was in your grasp. The mountains that he climbed and the laps he made throughout the house just to be near you must've killed him. You wondered how many times he wanted to hold your hand or hug you. You wonders how many times he thought of you when he was alone.

His parents hid him from the world, and that's not right. That wasn't right.

Well, at least he listened and didn't tore the house apart...

You looked at the grandmother clock in the corner of the living room then back at man. It's dinner time, and you thought of the fast food on the counter.

Gently, you shook his shoulder. "Brahms?" You asked in a whisper. "Brahms? Sweetheart, it's time for dinner... Brahms?" The man curled into the lab and buried his face in your stomach. You almost laughed; he reminded you of a puppy. "Brahms, time to wake up." You shake him a little harder this time, and he stirs. "Honey? Wake up," you say, shaking him again.

Slowly, the man sits up and looked at her with a sleepy gaze. It took him a moment to process where he was. When his eyes met yours, he scurried away from you, backing up from on the couch to the be on the other end. There was a mixture of emotions in his eyes: panic, fear, sadness, and hurt. He looked at you up and down the around him. How could he let you see him? He didn't want to meet like this. Not like this! He thought of showing himself to you in a couple of weeks, but this? No. No! This wasn't want Brahms wanted!

His thoughts stopped flooding as soon as your hand touched his. He looked at your hand then at you. "Brahms?" You whispered. "Are you... Brahms?"

You watched his Adams apple bob then he answered in the little boy's voice that you've been hearing for months, "Yes. Please don't be... mad at Brahms. I was... scared." He wanted to curl up and hide from you forever, but he saw your sad smile.

You tilted your head. "Why would I be mad?"

"Brahms left his spot," he answers shyly. "Brahms's a bad boy." His voice cracked as he remembered you telling him to stay right there in the pile. You told him to stay put but he didn't! He's the worse person for not listening to you! You've been nothing but kind to him.

You shake your head. "Oh, Brahms... it's okay. It's alright. You're not bad." Then you realized how truly big the house was and how he felt. How many years did he feel alone? How many times did he watch his real mother love a doll instead of him? He's alone. He's so scared of being alone. "You've must've been so scared of being alone again, huh?"

He nods. "Always alone. Brahms likes y/n. Y/n doesn't make Brahms feel..." he looked around the living room then at the doll in the teddy bear pile. "...alone."

"Well," you said, coming closer to him, taking both of his hands, "you will never be alone, sweetie. Not while I'm here."

"But you left."

"I came back, didn't I?" You asked, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles. "Right? I promised to come back to you, and I did. See?" You offered him a happy grin. "I didn't break my promise."

Brahms looks at you then down at your hands. He's always imagined what your hands felt like in his, and he melts. Carefully, he brought your hands up to his mask to let you touch the smooth glaze and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. Under his mask, he smiles and starts crying. He loves you with all his soul, and his lungs filled up with nothing but flowers for you. All for you.

"You were so brave," you praised. "Such a good boy for listening to me. Thank you for not destroying the house."

His eyes locked on yours. "I'm good?"

"Always been good, Brahms." You glanced at the counter where the fast food sat then back at him. "Let's eat dinner, okay?"

"Cuddle after that?" his little voice asked.

You nodded. "After eating. Sound like a deal?"

He nods as he leans forward into your hands, wondering what they would feel like against his skin. But, that'll be for another day. Both of you would have to take small steps before your lips would trace his, before his hands would hold yours every day.

Small steps, y/n, until you both don't feel alone.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

I kinda hate myself for asking this but can I get more of Your Personal Ghost?? Maybe a part two or just more of him in general??

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Brahms Heelshire x plus size reader

With the disappearance of all of your panties, some new information comes to light that isn’t as unwelcome as you thought it would be

Warnings: panty stealing, fluff, swearing, writer!reader WC: 1k

Minors DNI

Part 1

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“I swear I just did laundry.” You muttered, frustrated as you stared down at your mostly empty underwear drawer. Your panties had been disappearing at quite an alarming rate but they always ended up in your laundry hamper even if you couldn’t quite remember if you ever even wore them.

You sighed and slammed the drawer shut. Dressed only in an oversized t-shirt, you stomped your way down to the laundry room in some deluded idea that maybe the washer had somehow eaten your underwear. 

The small room in the basement of the house echoed with your aggravated curses as you dug through not only the washing machine but also the dryer and the linen closet in the corner. But nope- no panties, dirty or otherwise. 

“I give up!” You threw your hands into the air. “Whatever ghost is in this stupid fucking house, stop taking my fucking underwear! I need that shit!” You received no reply back except the house groaning as it settled. “I hate this place.”

Fishing a pair of leggings from the dryer, you tugged them on angrily as you muttered to yourself under your breath. “I’m gonna blow all my savings on fucking panties and ya know what, they’ll just go missing again. This is such bullshit.” Stomping away from the laundry room, you were dead-set on restoring your supply of undergarments and keeping it that way. No pervy ghost would get the better of you.

The wall by the front door creaked ominously as you stuffed your feet into the worn sneakers you couldn’t seem to part from. You didn’t even bother to address your haunted mansion, only stepping into the brisk morning and slamming the door shut behind you. It would be a long drive to the shops but it would give you time to plan your revenge.

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Your anger had dissolved to almost nothing by the time you pulled back into the driveway, getting home a lot later than you expected. It was stupid to think that the house was haunted; it was old, sure and a questionable history, no doubt. But haunted? That was idiotic at best. Yeah, you heard the ghost stories and still couldn’t find it in yourself to take down any of the creepy family portraits scattered around the eerie hallways. You were just lonely and in desperate need of some inspiration for your stagnating writing.

Your sigh was carried off on the breeze as you stepped from your car. The heat still emanating from the engine gave you a brief respite from the cold while you gathered yourself. “I’m losing my fucking mind.” The plastic bag stuffed full of brand new panties crinkled as you pulled it from the back seat, along with a well-deserved (in your opinion) bag of Chinese food from the only takeaway shop in a 50 mile radius. 

Too lost in your own head, you didn’t notice the light on in one of the empty bedrooms and the dark silhouette against the thick glass of the window. Maybe if you had, you would’ve thought better than to call out into the house as you took off your shoes. “Honey! I’m home!” 

You chuckled to yourself at your little joke, completely oblivious to the barely audible footsteps above you. The bag of panties landed with a soft thud at the foot of the stairs as you passed by it, a gentle reminder to bring them upstairs once you had your fill of bland food and plenty of wine. 

The huge shadow that darted behind the wall followed after you, far closer than it normally was though, as usual, you were ignorant to its presence. You hummed under your breath as you laid out your feast on the kitchen table. The food was now only lukewarm though you didn’t mind, the cheap bottle of red sitting in the pantry would warm you up plenty.

You pulled the cork from the bottle stem with a satisfying pop, too occupied by your task to see the large painting of a landscape lift itself from its place on the wall. The squeak of the Styrofoam covered the creak of the floorboards as a heavy weight settled on them. 

Just as you pulled out a kitchen chair, you heard heavy breathing over your shoulder.

“Welcome home.” The voice that rang out through the room was a strange mixture of that of a young boy and a grown man. Your entire body froze as fear shot through your veins. The house settled into silence as your gaze creeped to where the voice had come from.

Standing in front of a man-sized hole in the wall was a veritable giant. He loomed over you, even at a distance, his body wide with sinewy muscle that was barely covered by the large cardigan he wore. Greasy black curls hung down over his face or rather what should have been his face. The orange glow of the kitchen lights bounced off the cracked white porcelain, making his dark brown eyes stand out as they shone with anxiety.

“I’ve been waiting for you, I missed you.” His paw-like hands clasped together in front of him, his fingers nervously intertwining as he waited for you to do something, anything.

Your lips parted and there was only one thing you could think of to say. “You took my underwear.” His whole body curled in on itself as he cringed like a little kid when they would get in trouble. His head bobbed. “How- how long have you been here?”

“My whole life.” He answered. His huge shoulders dropped as he lowered his head, looking at you through his eyelashes. 

“Holy shit, you’re Brahms.” The boy who supposedly died in a fire in this very house almost 20 years ago. Suddenly you knew why you got this house for so fucking cheap. “And you’ve been watching me?” His nod was slow, almost as if he were ashamed. 

“You’re nice.” He simpered.

“Oh fuck,” You whined, “This is a great idea for a book. C’mon get some food, I suppose that neither of us are going anywhere for a while.” He lumbered over, his eyes still wary but the slight pink tint that you could see spreading down his neck told you just how pleased he was with this development.

“Were you the one deleting my writing?” Brahms’s breath hitched and before you could blink, he grabbed a box of fried rice and scurried back into the hole in the wall.

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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.

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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.

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《☆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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A Routine

Brahms x Black Female Reader

Your eyes gaze down at the bloody glass shard sitting in his palm. He inched closer to you and you couldn’t help your unease.

“please don’t hurt me.” Your croak out, lip quivering as you look up to the grown man. His presence was eerie, intimidating and the blood on the sleeve of his cardigan wasn’t helping. Your jaw slacked in the slightest when his voice drastically changed to a school boys. Calling out your name, it was freaky to witness. He just stabbed your ex and you’re studying the change in his voice, its pretty comical. That little shit was an asshole anyway so technically, he had it coming.

“hurt…” he tilted his head to side, “..you?” stating a rhetorical question in his boy voice of course.

“Never.” He steps up, standing against you, a deep rumble and dominance in his regular voice. Full sentences escape your vocabulary when you stumble over simple words and shiver in fear. At your constricted body language, he drops the shard to the ground and sneaks his palms in your hands.

“I’ll be good. I will.” His attempt at reassurance was cute. Maybe it convinced you, maybe not.

“brahms.” His name fell like honey from your lips. A mere whisper of his name making him want you more.

“yes, pretty?” He matches your discretion, leaning down to your right to admire your features. Squeezing his hands, you chuckle dryly. When in an awkward situation you laugh stiffly and you could jump off a cliff because of the dumb habit. Releasing your hand and using his finger to move a braid behind your ear, he tilts your chin up softly. An acute whimper muffles through the mask. Your chest rises and falls roughly as you try to compose yourself.

“your hand..” you hesitate to let go of his other hand, infested with foreign blood.

“it hurts,” that damned voice is beginning to work on you. Looking down to his hand, your facial features display mountains of concern.

“no, here.” His hand travels down his stomach and over his pants. Your eyes shoot up to his shadowed irises. You need to get out of this, you tell yourself. With a moment of hesitation you remember the rules.

“brahms, you’ve been bad..” You scold to entice him and continue, “it’s way past bath-time.” Crossing your arms over your chest you hope to sell it. Walking up the steps, pausing briefly as his footsteps shadow behind you. Walking in the bathroom, you turn the faucet and plug the tub. As the water fills up halfway, you put a rag on the side of the tub and face him.

“well?” You swallow thickly.

“take off your clothes.” He does exactly that, stripping his top off first. Eyeing his toned stomach, a line parts his pecks, moving down his chest in a faint definition of a six pack and small waist, a treat. Closing your eyes when he gets to his pants, you only open them when the water splashes and swooshes around. Task of getting him to bathe wasn’t hard but it’s not the goal. The goal is to leave.

“Um, I’ll go find some clothes for you.” You project, rising from your position and detangling your hands from his hair. In the midst of it all, he grabs your forearm. A small yelp leaving your lips.

Skepticism clouding the air, searching your pupils he doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for and lets you free, reluctantly. Walking out the tight space, you let out a deep breath, speed walking to your bag and shoving the important stuff in it. Your passport, wallet, phone, some clothing and keys…keys? Your eyes dart from the closet where you just looked and the dresser. This cannot be happening. Running to the dresser, you search the drawers two at a time. Under your breath profanities fly at your frustration. Your busy mind seems to notice the shadow to the right of you. Jumping out your skin and clenching your chest, you eye the figure in the corner. A breath of relief turns to a light stressed laugh.

“I didn’t think finding clothes would be this hard.” You cannot stop yourself from chuckling when you turn your back to the dresser, closing the five open drawers. He doesn’t move. Maybe you can make a run for it? The thought immediately shakes from your mind, his dripping hair and droplets glistening on his hairy skin indicates he hurriedly rushed out the bath, you weren’t being necessarily quiet once you started to panic. Taking heavy steps to you, your hands grip on the top of the mahogany dresser. Cranking your neck up to him, you swear you feel your blood count decrease when he grips your bicep. His four fingers rapping around his thumb easily when he yanks you with him. Your feet digging into the floor along the way.

“brahms.” Your small voice attempts to sound intimidating. Throwing you recklessly against the headboard, his arms drop at either side of his body, his breathing rugged as he shakes his head.

“you broke the rules.” His knee nudges into the edge of the bed, a hand lazily lying on your ankle.

“I…what rule?” You peal yourself off the cushiony board.

“my rule,” his towel shifts lower on his waist as he inched close, “don’t leave,” his voice mean and grown, anger coursing through him. Not giving you a breath to fabricate a lie as your strenuous gasps full the room.

“Tell me you won’t leave me. Tell Me!” He shakes you roughly, his voice the only thing your mind can register. Both your hands struggle to pry his paws off your neck.

“I…won’t,” your vision is plagued by small black dots and specs of static, “leave you…please.” You succeed in wiggling a finger in the tight grip for a small breath of air. Only for a whimper to leave your vocal cords when he crushes it too. The fight, defiance turns to submission as your arm falls limp to your sides. Blinking in and out of a black sadness.

“I’m sorry,” he hurriedly lets your neck free and holds you in a strangling embrace, his voice soft once more. Nose buried into his chest, smelling of fresh soap and vanilla. You lay stiff in his arms as he incloses your body to his. When he lets you go, you avoid eye contact and take in many breaths. Thankful for oxygen.

“it’s bedtime brahms,” you sigh, slumping your shoulders when you get off the bed. He watches you closely as you leave the cushiony oasis, taking regular steps towards the drawers. Flicking the light switch the room gets pitch black, feeling through the clothes you get your sleeping shirt. Stripping off your top and bra, you throw on the new top. A small lamp clicks on when you bend over to take off your pants. You knew he wasn’t going to leave the room so you didn’t bother to ask. Slipping into the bed, you see his towel hanging on the side table and stay on your part of the bed.

“hm..,” he pulls the covers from you to get your attention.

“yes, brahms,” you mumble, not moving from your position.

“kiss…,” he finally spits out what he was trying to say. Turning to him, you shift the covers off you and lean down to swiftly kiss the cheek of his porcelain mask.

“goodnight,” you manage to slump against the headboard before he grabbed your wrist.

“Kiss,” he demands, his voice normal and whiny as he sits up.

“I just gave you a kiss brahms,” you roll your eyes at him, earning a tighter grip on your arm. He grips the bottom of the glass and pulls it up off his face. The lamp illuminating a small part of his face and darkness consuming the other. Your pupils slightly widen at his features, they match his body and his skin looks soft to the touch.

“Kiss. Now,” he yanks you towards him, letting go of your wrist. Looking at his lips they’re a little chapped but moist in the middle, he was licking them. Putting one hand on the bed and the other on his bare chest, your lips connect. Warm mouths on top of each other in a ginger kiss. As your looking to lean back, he holds the back of your waist. Pulling you closer and splitting your lips to slip his tongue in your mouth. Gripping the sheets, it feels fleshy and hairy. He moans in your mouth, tilting his head to the side and you let go of his thigh. You attempt to keep the kissing at bay but his eagerness wasn’t helping. Breathing heavily through your nose, you push his chest so he could get off you. Gasping for air as your chest pumps up and down. He watches closely, pupils dilated and breathing irregular.

“night..brahms,” you exclaim between breaths.

“it hurts,” he whimpers, “fix it,” he looks down and your eyes follow, only this time you didn’t look away. Thickly swallowing, you spit in your palm, moving the sheets out the way, rapping your palm and fingers around his dick. Sharply he inhales at the touch, looking up to him, you move your hand up and down in slow motions. His body getting jittery with you in front of him, your big eyes making his cock twitch in your hands. Watching you lick your lips made him muffle a moan, his balls begging to be emptied somewhere.

Smoothing your thumb around his pink mushroom tip, you feel an ache between your legs at the precum beading down his veiny dick. His hands jerk to the hem of your shirt and roughly yanks it off. As he leans back against the headboard, he pulls you into his lap and goes stiff. Like he doesn’t know what to do next. Kneeling over him, you move your panties aside, wiping all the precum off his tip and smushing it around your two fingers. Trapping a moan in your throat when you coax your hole with his lube. As he watched you with wide attentive eyes, his hands begin to shake at his sides. Lining his dick up with his entrance, you sit yourself down on him. Successfully being waist to waist with him.

“so, m’ warm,” he breathes heavy, squeezing the plush of your thighs. Fingertips moving up and down, feeling the textures and wavy lines of your stretch marks. Your hips moving back and forth against him, moaning in guilty pleasure. It was horrible. But you loved it and cannot leave. He is too fragile, too broken, too sensitive for you to leave him alone. And he fucks so good. He satisfies you so you don't leave him and honestly, it works. You are in love with him. You will never leave him. And no one will ever take you away from him.

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Stealing the slashers weapons and bedazzling it

For Eg, Freddy's glove, Michals knife, Bubbas Chainsaw, Brahms’s..Doll?? Jasons machete

Lol I love this request.

Slashers Reaction to their S/O bedazzling their weapons

CW: Cussing on Freddy's part, mentions of murder and blood

Characters: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms, Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

"Yo, bitch? Have you seen my glove?" Freddy yelled across from the bathroom before going to the bedroom to look for it.

He searched through all the drawers of his wardrobe before he eventually found his glove covered in all kinds of gems and colored pink.

"What the fuck is this?!" Freddy would yell after seeing what happened to his glove.

He would look all over the house for you until finding you in the living room.

"Did you do this?!" Freddy asked.

"Of course I did, Freddy. I thought your glove needed a little more color." you reply to his question.

"How the fuck am I gonna kill people now?! I don't want to go around killing people with this!" he screams at you.

"Well, how you try it on, asshole?" you said, calmly.

"Fine but you own me another glove!" he said before trying the glove on.

After he did that, he looked at his hand and somehow he didn't get sick to his stomach too much.

he then looks at you and says, "You're lucky I love you stupid bitch. Otherwise, I'd kill you by now."

He would probably use the glove anyways because how would you even find a glove like that? Whenever he will kill his victims, he will definitely brag about how he looked fabulous while doing so.

Michael Myers

Michael looked desperately for his knife, praying to god you didn't steal it to kill people again cause it was his job only.

He eventually finds it to see that it has been covered in glitter and sequins.

He would be very confused about why his knife is now a beautiful mess only to notice you putting your bedazzler away.

He would come at you very aggressively scaring you a bit.

He points to the knife and points at you like he was saying "Did you do this?"

"I thought your plain knife to be too boring so I wanted to make it pretty," you say to him.

He sighs in anger before walking off to cool down.

You were afraid that he was mad at you again.

A few hours went by before he came back with the bedazzled knife that was covered in blood.

"You used it???" you ask to him as he was standing in the doorway.

He exhales in response.

"You like it?" you ask again.

He nods in response before pointing at himself and at you.

"it reminds you of me?"

He nods in response as he holds you close to you with the knife still down and you kiss him in affection.

"I love you, Michael." You say as he sighs lovingly in response.

Bubba Sawyer

Poor sweet baby is panicking when he is looking for his chainsaw. He was worried that one of his brothers stole and hid it just to mess with him.

He went to his room to find it completely covered in sequins and glitter.

He would be very confused and worried about why his chainsaw was now covered in that stuff before he saw you walking by.

He grunted for your attention and you looked at him.

He showed you the chainsaw and grunted in a confused manner.

"Oh, I did that. I thought your chainsaw looked too ugly and decided to brighten it up a bit." you explain.

The sweet baby would be so happy that you thought of him. He wouldn't even focus on the fact that his chainsaw was ruined and hugged you tightly, snorting in happiness.

He would most definitely use the chainsaw cause it would make the killings more fun. Of course, he would have his parents permission to do so.

The brothers will taunt him endlessly when he chooses the bedazzled chainsaw until you glare at them do stop and they do.

Bubba would do everything to clean the chainsaw in between killings as he doesn't want to ruin your work. He loves you and the work that you do.

Brahms

"Y/N, have you seen my doll anywhere?" Brahms asks you before you quickly put away your bedazzler.

He soon notices his doll with his clothes covered in beads and sequins.

"Y/N, why is my doll's clothes different?"

"I wanted to give your doll a bit of color. Do you like it?" you ask him.

"I.... love it." He says.

"You do?" you ask.

"I think it looks beautiful just like you." he says honestly.

He will definitely keep it but like Bubba, he would do everything to keep it clean so he can continue to be a good boy for you.

He would hug it every night he would go to bed because it would remind him of you much to your happiness.

It would even make the trespassers of his home be too distracted by the doll before he kills.

He's basically grateful that he has someone like you in his life.

Jason Voorhees

Jason grunted in anger as he looked all over his shack for his machete.

After finding it on the table, he sees that it has been bedazzled in bright colors.

He turns over to the bedroom where you were putting the bedazzling kit under the bed before he kicks the door down in anger.

"Who got away this time?" you asked nervous.

He will grab you by the shoulder and pulls you to face him.

He pulls his machete out and exhales in anger.

"Umm, yes I did that."

He growls lowly.

"But I just wanted to brighten up your machete. Like come on Jason. Your mom would agree with me that it's time to change your weapon up a bit."

He growls before he walks away in anger with the machete in his hand.

"Wow, such a grumpy pants." you thought, rolling your eyes.

He would probably try to throw it away before his mother would yell at him not to do it.

"Jason! Don't do it! She did it for you!" His mom would scold.

Jason looked at the machete before sighing and nodding.

He would probably try to use it on the first set of victims until he realizes that this may not be so bad.

After killing all the teenagers, he walks back home and puts his machete on his stand.

"You didn't throw it away?" you asked from the doorway to the bedroom.

He shakes his head no and turns to you.

He hugs you tightly and you hug him back as he gives you that loving gaze before kissing you.

He may have not liked what you did but he always will love you for thinking about him.

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Can you do Brahms x Dom male reader

❝the enigmatic of brahms heelshire ❞

✭ pairing : brahms heelshire x male reader

✭ fandom : slashers

✭ summary : behind closed doors brahms isn’t exactly what the town would think of him as

✭ slashers masterlist

Brahms Heelshire had always been a mysterious figure in the small town of Blackwood. With his stoic demeanor and enigmatic presence, he was the talk of the neighborhood. But little did they know, behind closed doors, Brahms shared his life with a dominant partner named (M/N), a man who held a captivating power over him.

(M/N) was a commanding presence, exuding strength and confidence in every step. He had a way of making Brahms feel both cherished and controlled, a delicate balance that sent shivers down his spine.

Their relationship was built on trust and mutual understanding, a dance of dominance and submission that both partners embraced wholeheartedly. Brahms reveled in the feeling of (M/N)'s firm hand guiding him, the way his touch could ignite a fire within him.

In the privacy of their home, (M/N) would often take on the role of the master, guiding Brahms through a world of pleasure and pain. The power dynamics between them were intense, yet tender, with each act of dominance serving as an expression of their deep connection.

Brahms found solace in the control that (M/N) exerted over him. There was comfort in surrendering himself completely, in allowing his partner to take the lead. It was a delicate dance, a delicate balance that brought them both immense satisfaction.

But their relationship extended beyond the confines of the bedroom. (M/N) was a pillar of support for Brahms, encouraging him to embrace his true self and pursue his passions. He saw the potential within Brahms, pushing him to explore his artistic talents and nurturing his creative spirit.

Together, they created a world that was uniquely their own—a world where Brahms could be both submissive and strong, vulnerable and empowered. (M/N) understood the depths of Brahms' desires, his need to be controlled and cherished, and he provided that with unwavering dedication.

As the outside world speculated about the enigmatic Brahms Heelshire, they remained blissfully unaware of the intricate tapestry of their relationship. To the outside world, Brahms was a mysterious figure, but to (M/N), he was so much more—a cherished submissive partner who embraced his desires with open arms.

Their love was unconventional, but it was built on a foundation of trust, respect, and unwavering devotion. Together, they navigated the complexities of dominance and submission, finding solace and fulfillment in each other's arms.

And as the world continued to wonder about Brahms Heelshire, they remained blissfully ignorant, finding solace and strength in the intimate connection they shared.

Brahms and (M/N) had always maintained a discreet presence in the town of Blackwood, keeping their intimate relationship hidden from prying eyes. But as their connection deepened, they felt an increasing desire to reveal their true selves, to embrace their desires openly.

One evening, as they sat together in the dimly lit living room, Brahms mustered the courage to voice his longing. "I want to show the world who we truly are, (M/N)," he confessed, his voice filled with determination.

(M/N) regarded him with a mix of surprise and admiration, his eyes shining with understanding. "Are you sure, Brahms?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Once we reveal ourselves, there's no going back. The world may not accept us."

Brahms nodded, his eyes filled with unwavering certainty. "I know it won't be easy," he replied. "But I can't hide who I am any longer. I want to live authentically, and I want to do it with you."

A smile tugged at the corners of (M/N)'s lips as he reached out to caress Brahms' cheek. "Then let's do it, my love," he whispered. "Let's show the world the depth of our connection, the beauty of our desires."

With their decision made, Brahms and (M/N) embarked on a journey of self-acceptance and liberation. They knew that revealing their relationship would be met with mixed reactions, but they were determined to live their truth.

They started by opening up to their closest friends, sharing the intimate details of their dynamic and the profound love they had for each other. To their surprise, their friends responded with acceptance and support, embracing their relationship without judgment.

Encouraged by this positive reception, Brahms and (M/N) decided to take a bolder step. They attended local LGBTQ+ events together, proudly holding hands and displaying their affection for all to see. They became advocates for acceptance and understanding, sharing their story and encouraging others to embrace their true selves.

The town of Blackwood slowly began to shift its perspective, as Brahms and (M/N) became symbols of love and authenticity. People started to see beyond the societal norms and embrace the beauty of their connection.

But not everyone was accepting of their relationship. There were those who held onto their prejudice and ignorance, casting judgment and spewing hateful words. Brahms and (M/N) faced moments of heartache and frustration, but their love for each other remained unshaken.

They found strength in their bond, supporting each other through the difficult times and rising above the negativity. Their love became a beacon of hope, inspiring others to challenge their own biases and embrace the diversity of human connection.

As the years passed, Brahms and (M/N) continued to live their lives authentically, unapologetically showcasing their love for each other. They became an inseparable pair, setting an example of love, acceptance, and resilience.

Their story resonated far beyond the boundaries of Blackwood, reaching people from different walks of life who found solace in their journey. They became a symbol of love's triumph over adversity, reminding the world that true happiness lies in embracing our authentic selves, no matter the obstacles.

Through their courage and unwavering commitment to each other, Brahms and (M/N) left an indelible mark on the town of Blackwood and the hearts of those who encountered their story. And in the process, they taught the world the power of love and acceptance, forever changing the narrative of what it means to live authentically.

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Two of the kinks that the slashers have:

Lester Sinclair:

Breeding & Knives, it’s the perfect mix for him. that’s just two of his *lighter* kinks that is like a NEED for him in bed.

Bo Sinclair;

Somonophilia and bloodplay , nobody can convince me otherwise. if you say its a lie, you’re delusional fr.

Vincent sinclair ;

Mummification and wax play. the wax play should be obvious and so should the mummification, safely of course. he’s into his partners alive, not dead.

Jasoon Voorhees;

Katoptronphilia and voyeurism , this IS jason we’re talking about. imagine just getting completely railed with a mirror hanging off a branch in the woods by him.

Michael Myers ;

Agorophilia and size kink, you wearing heels and being bent over a counter or pressed into a wall with him cutting off your air supply is like a dream come true to michael.

Brahms ;

Mommy kink & Branding , i think we ALL seen this one coming. i dont even feel the need to explain his fr.

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Cruel Summer

Chapter 12: The Great British Horror Show

Word Count: 2.3k

Cw/tw: heavy voyeurism, p in v, praise!kink, incest, military!kink, uniform!kink, size!kink, belly bulge, breeding!kink, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mommy!kink/daddy!kink implied, sub!Brahms, sub!reader, dom!oc

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Brahms seethed with rage; hands balled up into tight fists and face red with anger. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the one to pull those delicious sounds from you as the scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the hot summer night air. But there you were, folded in half with your knees touching your shoulders. Felix’s large hands pinning you down by your knees as he slammed himself into you over and over; earning the sweet moans and gasps and cries that were coming from you.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away. Brahms was addicted to you in every sense of the word. You were his first thought in the morning and last thought at night. Even when he was mad at you for breaking his rules, he couldn’t get enough of you. Always close behind. Always observing. One day he will show himself to you – you deserved to know of his presence. Even though you already knew he was there; he was just a ghost in a lonely mansion with only his niece to keep him company.

His niece. You were his niece. You were blood.

The mere thought of you being his niece excited him. His mother would never allow him to date anyone; even now that she’s gone. He didn’t want just anyone. He thought he wanted Greta, he really did. But when you stepped foot in Heelshire mansion five days ago, Brahms knew that you were the one he’d been waiting for. You were perfect. And to find out you were his long lost Evie; his heart couldn’t take it. He’d essentially moulded himself a place in your life from a young age. So maybe showing himself to you wouldn’t be that much of a shock because you already knew he was there.

Brahms’ icy gaze couldn’t be pried from the scene unfolding in front of him as he peered through the peephole. He couldn’t believe how bendy and durable you were. Felix was in no way small, or even average. No, he sported a long girthy dick that stretched you in ways Charlie could only dream of. You were taking Felix’s cock like a champ. And judging by the cock drunk expression that read pure untainted ecstasy and bliss that flushed your usually pale face, you loved every moment his cock was inside you.

Jealousy coursed through Brahms’ veins – he so desperately wanted to be the one mounted on top of you, pumping his own cock in and out of your gushing cunt like a man possessed. He laid claim to you the moment you stepped foot in the mansion five days ago. Felix is just a pest that needed to be gotten rid of.

“Mine,” Brahms hissed through gritted teeth as he watched you get plowed on his recently deceased parents’ bed. If that didn’t stir up so emotions for Brahms then nothing would faze him.

“That’s right, take this cock like a good girl,” Felix purred in your ear but loud enough Brahms could hear it from across the room. His brows furrowed in confusion; why did Felix just call you a good girl? He wasn’t wrong but Brahms had never heard someone say that during sex. Then again the only people he’s seen have sex were his parents a couple of times. Brahms learned real quick not to invade their bedroom.

Brahms’ jaw dropped when in return for calling you a good girl you let out a long, shaky moan. He took note that you liked that. He also took note of how your body reacted to every movement and purr of encouragement.

God you looked beautiful. You looked like an angel in his eyes. You always have. Which was why he nicknamed you Eve when you were little. Brahms had a lot of time to read; his mother suggested he read the Bible. Brahms plowed through the book in a week. That’s why he nicknamed you Eve. You were so pure and delicate. Even now, as you were getting railed in your dead grandparents‘ bed, Brahms thought you looked so pure and innocent.

Your dark hair was sprawled across the bed wildly. Your porcelain skin almost glowed in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. Besides the moth tattoo on your lower back, not a mark could be found on you. Your breasts bounced with every thrust as you clung onto Felix’s arms for dear life. Your knees were pinned against your shoulders, opening you up for his assault. The expression on your flushed face told him you had little to no brain function; you were cock drunk.

‘I should be the one to make her like this. It should be me,’ Brahms bitterly thought. His anger turned to rage. His entire body felt like it was set ablaze. Brahms couldn’t stop himself from raising his fists and slamming them against the wall as hard as he could without breaking the wall, causing a loud bang to sound through the house.

The choir of moans and praises, as well as the sound of skin slapping stopped. Brahms felt ice run through his veins when he realized what he’d done. He lowered his head in defeat, listening closely.

“What was that?” Felix’s voice broke the silence.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Keep going,” you ordered breathlessly. With that, Brahms lifted his head in disbelief and peered through the hole once again. No, he couldn’t have just heard you say that. You knew Brahms was there and you choose to ignore him? No one’s ever dared do that before. He couldn’t believe it.

Without a second thought, you and Felix went back to it. Brahms could only stare in awe. He didn’t know what else to do. He’s made himself known to you and you voted against his protest with that knowing. Only one person’s ever done that; Haydn. During one of your visits with your grandparents your dad figured out that Brahms was still lurking in the mansion as a spirit. But one day when you were two your dad cut Brahms’ music time short because you were getting fussy and tired. Brahms retaliated not letting your dad sleep that night.

But there you were, defying his rules and protests. Brahms was furious as he plotted revenge.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. You and Felix had swapped positions; you were now on top, bouncing on his cock like a pro.

Mindlessly, Brahms’ hand snaked down the wall to the hem of his trousers. Fingers dancing over the hem until they unfastened the button effortlessly. He dragged the zipper down to the end of its track before fishing into his trousers – freeing his erect cock. Brahms shivered at the contact despite his skin feeling like it was on fire. A quivering whimper escaped his lips as he began to stroke his shaft.

Not once did Brahms’ gaze waiver from you. You looked so determined but at the same time so cock drunk. You appeared to be barely conscious as you rode Felix. Brahms tried to keep in time with you as you bounced and rode him – imagining it was him who was under you getting the best fuck of his life.

Brahms’ hand worked his shaft as his imagination ran wild with aid from the scene in front of him. His heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest as a wonderful electric sensation radiated from his crotch.

“Fuck, Ev. Good girl,” Felix moaned unevenly with his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his length. His words pulled a high pitch moan from you. Your beautiful blue eyes rolled in pleasure; sometimes crisscrossing.

“Good girl,” Brahms repeated in a raspy whisper.

Then something caught his eye. He couldn’t help but notice the disappearing and reappearing bulge in your lower stomach. Brahms examined it closely, trying to figure out what it was. He’s never seen you with a bump in your lower belly that magically disappears and reappears.

That’s when it struck him; he knew what that bulge was. It was Felix’s cock inside you. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He’s never seen such a provocative sight in his life; he swore his soul left his body for a moment and he got to experience pure, unaltered heavenly bliss for a fraction of a second.

Brahms’ hip stuttered into his fist as a shaky moan passed his lips. His eyes fluttered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body; radiating from his groin. Brahms was roughly the same size, maybe a little more girthy, as Felix which meant that when Brahms has you on top of him he’ll be able to see his own cock poke through your belly.

His hips stuttered again at the thought; his grip tightening slightly and his hand working his shaft in time with your thrusts. In his doped out mind he believed he was actually fucking you. His steel blue eyes never leaving your form.

“I’m gonna cum,” you declared between pants. Brahms staggered back a bit in awe. He knew boys climaxed but he didn’t know girls could too. Why didn’t his dad tell him this when they had the puberty talk? His dad told him that in order to make a baby or just wants to get off, a guy needs to orgasm; said absolutely nothing about women being able to orgasm too.

After a split second to recover, Brahms was back to peeking through the five pence sized hole.

You were still rhythmically riding him; your moans came out as high pitch squeals. Felix had his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down and singing you praises such as:

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Such a good little cum slut.”

“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock. I know you want to.”

Brahms studied what got you off; he noticed you liked to be called nice names, and mean names as well. You wanted roughness to complement your sweetness. You were quite the paradox. Unlike Greta or any of the other nannies before you. You were very vocal about your wants and needs, and desires. He’s never met someone quite like you before. You puzzled him greatly.

“I’m cumming!” You cried before a loud squeal passed your lips; followed by a slurry of curses. You lifted yourself off of Felix as you gushed all over his lower half. Felix’s hand left your twitching hip to rub your cunt as the clear fluid gushed out of you.

Brahms’ eyes were wide as he watched you. He just learned that woman can orgasm too and now he’s getting to see it in person. You made him want you even more now. He wanted you to squirt all over him as you came.

Brahms’ eyes rolled mindlessly as his own climax began to creep up on him. His hand went even faster; pumping his cock at a mind dizzying pace. He heard you instruct Felix to put it back in – it was followed by sloshing sound. His eyes snapped onto your form once again.

You had switched positions once again. This time you were laying on your front, facing Brahms’ direction. Your legs were closed and Felix was straddling your ass; thrusting his hips into yours.

Brahms watched as Felix reached down and wrapped his hand in your hair – pulling by the base of your hair. You were forced to look directly at Brahms; or at least that’s what he believed. You hazy blue eyes stared in his direction – he felt like you could see him instead of a blank space on the wall.

“Fill me with your cum.” Your voice came out in a high pitched, breathless way. Brahms’ heart palpitated and his hips jerked and twitched into his hand. He had to look away from you so he could keep it together – he didn’t want to orgasm yet. He wanted to relish in the sight of you getting fucked from behind.

You were barely conscious; not in the least bit coherent. Blush gathered in your cheeks, dusting them a dusty rose colour. Your swollen red lips were parted slightly as your icy blue eyes were half closed. You were a moaning and squealing mess.

The sounds of sloshing skin hitting skin and the smell of sex hung heavy in the night air. Brahms was finding it hard to focus – his body so desperately craved a release but he wanted to savor this.

The jealousy, the rage, the horniness; it all pulsed through his veins like magma in a volcano. The heat from the day almost felt cool against his ablaze skin. Sweat seeped through his white wife beater as it made many rivers down his body. His breath was fast and shallow – barely getting any oxygen to his hazy brain.

He could feel his climax building; egging him to go faster than he already was. It was creeping up on him quickly. He was so desperate for release – especially after watching you get yours. There were a few things Brahms was; the main thing is needy. Brahms was very needy and greedy. He was a spoiled little boy with a silver spoon in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of a good thing. And right now you were the centre of his focus. He needed you. He wanted nothing but for you to touch him forever.

Brahms’ mind couldn’t help but wander; imagining how you must feel. Soft. Warm. Wet. You must feel like heaven.

That was the final string holding Brahms back from his climax snapped. His entire body shook violently as thick, white ropes of cum coated his hand and the wall directly in front of him. He had to bite his knuckles to prevent the loud moan from gaining your attention. Brahms didn’t even notice that Felix was currently filling you with his cum as he reached his orgasm.

Brahms’ mind completely blacked out. It was overrun with chemicals that sent him into a tizzy. Brahms’ body went limp; plummeting him to the floor between the walls with a loud thump.

“What was that?”

[bitchyfoxymama]

Save me - Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

Warnings: home invasion, non con grabbing, non sexy time chocking, knife at throat.

*

It’s a stormy night, you were sitting on the couch in front of the fire. A book in your hand and a blanket thrown over your lap. You had just put Brahms the doll to bed an hour ago. This job was an easy gig, watch after a doll, no biggie. Or so you thought, you had heard the small creaks and noises from the walls but you assume it's a small mouse or even the fact that it's just an old house and it's making noise as it settles. 

Another loud lighting strike eliminates the room you're in but it also cancels out the noise of glass breaking in the kitchen. You notice that your tea cup is empty so you close your book and head to the kitchen. 

You begin filling your cup when you hear drawers opening in the main hall and things being tossed. 

You grab a kitchen knife and go to investigate. You know you shouldn't, you should call the police but the hillshires' estate was far from the village and it would take the police quite a while to arrive.  

You hold the handle of the knife tightly as you round the corner. 

"H-hey! You can't be here!" You try to act tough but the fear is evident in your voice. 

The stranger drops the elegant pearls that were left in the drawer. He steps closer to you, you take a step back. 

"What are you going to do? I'm much bigger than you. There isn't anywhere for you to run little rabbit, that I wouldn't be able to find you. I've staked this place out for weeks, I know it's just you in this big house," he smirks and makes a sudden motion towards you. You jump causing you to drop the knife and take off running. "Oh how fun little rabbit! Let the chase begin!" 

You run up the stairs but hear the stranger's footsteps right behind you. You trip on the rug when you make it up the stairs. 

"Fuck!" You moan in pain. 

"Oh little rabbit, you've made it so easy to catch you," the stranger says as he stalks towards you. You turn onto your back just as he stands above you, you kick him in the crotch and make your way back down the stairs before he can get back up. 

You try and find your dropped only to realize he's taken it. 

You run to one of the many wardrobes on the first floor. You hold your breath as the stranger nears your hiding spot. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are little rabbit," the stranger taunts you as he stops just in front of you. You can see him throw a crack in the doors. 

"Found you little rabbit," he says in a calm voice, before yanking the doors open and pulling you out. He slams you against the wall hard causing your vision to become blurry. 

"N-no, no, no please! Please don't hurt me," you lip wobbles. 

The stranger clicks his tongue, "Oh little rabbit, but I want to, really really badly," he runs the knife down your cheek, the sting of the sharp object slicing through your cheek. The scent of coppery blood reaches your nose, tears falling from your eyes as you realize you might actually die. 

"No please I have to take care or brahms, he needs me please!" You scream out, you didn't want to die, you hope telling him that you have someone you are responsible for would help reach some part in the stranger that currently has you at knife point. 

A loud crash pulls you both out of the little moment you have. Out comes a behemoth of a man, covered in dirt and cobwebs. He lets out a deep growl. 

You notice the mask first, it's an exact replica to the face of the doll you look after. 

"B-brahms?" You stutter out causing him to tilt his head to the side, "help," you squeaked out as the stranger wrapped a hand around your throat. 

"Who the fuck are you?" The stranger is angered by a new player in his game of cat and mouse with you. He releases your neck and stalks towards Brahms. He takes a strike but brahms dodges grabbing the stranger's hand crushing it in his bigger one. 

The stranger moans in pain as Brahms takes his head into his hands and slams his head into the nearby wall. the crunch of his crushed skull making you close your eyes and cover your ears. 

The behemoth of a man drops the stranger's body and begins to stalk towards you. You crawl back on your hands as you try to get away but do you really want to get away? He just saved you. 

"You've been alive this whole time? And living in the walls?" You stop moving and instead choose to stand up, "the-the rules to play music loud and leave out food was for you?" He shook his head yes in response, "and you just saved me right now? Thank you," you rush at him, eloping him into a tight hug, he hesitates before reciprocating the affection. He touch starved, you can tell by the way he holds you tighter and brushes his masked face against the nape of your neck. 

You found comfort in his scent, woody musk. You breathe in deeply, calming down from your near death. 

"Thank you for saving me." 

*

A/n: ahhh finally a slasher fic hehehe for my fav wall gremlin

[small-sinclair]

Because I haven’t read any Brahms Heelshire—

Brahms x y/n

Contains: reader is afraid of storms.

Thunder shook the mansion as lightning broke through the windows, cussing y/n to jolt up from bed. They looked around and hugged their knees as they listened to the storm outside. This wasn’t a storm they were used to, and being in a new house made things worse. They closed their eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but thunder clapped again and they jolted out of bed and headed straight for Brahms’s room.

Under the covers, the doll laid in his pajamas, glass eyes opened and looking up. Y/n rounded the bed and laid on the other side, going under the covers and holding the doll close. They closed their eyes as the storm rattled the house again.

From the closet, Brahms watched through the cracked door. His eyes glossed over y/n’s shaking body as he heard them whimper at the noise. Lightning lit the room, causing y/n to flinch and hide under the covers.

Though he prefers to wait to show himself to a nanny, he couldn’t stand the sight of them being scared like this. Y/n has been such a good person to him. They follow the rules, cook and clean with care, hugs the doll as if the doll was their child, sings and kisses it good night— it’s night far that they’re suffering alone with an object. He breathed out slowly before stepping out of the closet and crept towards the bed.

His heart breaks a little when he hears them cry under the covers as the storm. Gently, he kneels next to the bed and carefully placed a hand on their shoulder to comfort them, but y/n’s shoulder jerked as soon as his hand touched them.

As soon as they flew the covers over, he was crouched on the other side of the room, holding his hands out. He listens as y/n screams and coward back under their back is again the bed frame, but almost relaxes when they see his mask.

“Brahms?” They chocked out through tears.

He nods, his child voice answering, “Yes.”

Thunder crashed against the window, earning a yelp from y/n, and they brought the covers up to their chest. Brahms looked at the window them back at y/n.

“Brahms… sleep with… y/n?” He asked, his voice light and childish. “The storm is… scary to y/n.”

Y/n looks at the window then back at Brahms. They put the doll on the floor then opened their arms. Was there a man in the same doll mask? Yes. Was he going to kill them? No… right? But, he did offer to sleep next to them. Feeling like a child, y/n nods and welcomes Brahms into their hold.

Brahms laid next to y/n and put the covers over their shoulders. He felt them dig their face into his chest as they silently cried in his shirt. The storm will pass soon, he knows it, but his nanny is afraid. His glass mask rests against their hair and breathed in their scent.

“You’ll be okay,” he says in his real voice. “I swear to you, y/n.” He’s a gentleman, a good boy, just as his mother taught him to be. “I’ll keep you safe from the storm.”

He pulls them closer to his chest and closed his eyes. He’ll stay here tonight, y/n.

That’s a Heelshire Promise.