#yandere!brahms

[cillivnz]

MOMMY’S MESSY BOY [THE BOY]

pairing. brahms heelshire x care-taker!reader

warnings. [18+ CONTENT] nsfw themes (cursing, fucking, y’know the drill), afab! reader, pet-names, dry-humping, SPIT-KINK, using spit to clean? cow-girl, unprotected sex (a big no-no!), breast/nipple-play, spanking, scratching, bruising, crying (brahms’ ur whiny lil bitch), BRAHMS HAS A HUGE MOMMY KINK (this is what u came for right?) reader’s kind of oblivious (bimbo u)

author’s note. dude im so horny its insane. i wrote this in the middle of jacking off (sorry for tmi ;) so idk how this has turned out but i had to give you guys something for you to remember me, lol. not proof-read, idk the wordcount.enjoy. 💋

it was your life’s delight to look after brahms heelshire. looking after the boy gave you purpose, and he was such a gem— never a bother— just happy to be around his mommy care-taker.

today was just another slow evening. you hummed along to some song on the radio while brahms played in his room. “sweetheart, dinner’s ready,” you called out. when no response followed, your brows furrowed together.

“brahms?”

you back away; not anticipating for him to be right behind you. a low growl left brahms when your plump ass pushed into his crotch. “oh! baby, i didn’t see you there!” you giggled, turning around to face him. “i’d been calling you, you didn’t hear—” you pause when his mask came into your view, as you looked up to meet his eyes.

“brahms, what did you do to your face,” you groan. the boy fiddled in his place, embarrassed.

“did you play in the dirt again?” his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, “sit down, let’s get you cleaned.”

brahms was quick to please you, manspreading on the couch. you crawled into his lap, getting closer to his face (his mask). you tsk’ed at the dirt collected on the mask, like it was pristine in the first place. his eyes were fixated on the sight of your thighs on top of his, your cleavage practically flowing out of your blouse, your gentle arms wrapped around him in such concern, and your worrisome face. what you did next, however, pulled him out of his trance.

“here, let me just—” you bring your thumb to your lips, your tongue peaking out from your plump lips to wet it, before making its way to brahms and scrubbing.

his breathing fastened, hips involuntarily pushing into your mound. you bit your lip at the sensation of something long, thick, and indubitably hard pushing into you. “don’t move, brahms,” you said solemnly, but the boy simply couldn’t.

his arm snaked over your waist, pushing you deeper into his crotch and grinding for friction. “need you, mommy,” he said, in his child-like voice. “what did i say about using that voice around the house, brahms?” you scold. “only when i’ve been a good boy,” he said, still acting chaste. “and have you?” you quirked a brow.

“NO,” he said in his adult voice. that gruff, deep baritone sending waves of arousal coursing through you.

you sigh, “if i give you what you want, will you let me clean you?” he nods, fervently.

“okay,” you take off your trousers, “mine, too,” he says, shyly, and you comply. you straddle him again, to continue cleaning him.

after minutes of turning down his advances, brahms looks at you with tearful eyes. “hurts!” he palmed his hard-on.

“please, please, please, mommy,” he grabbed your hips and rutted into you through your lace panties. “i-i don’t know, brahms… you haven’t exactly been the best boy—” you took your index and middle finger into your mouth, wetting them before gliding over the corners of his mask.

“I’LL BE GOOD, PLEASE, I’LL BE SO GOOD FOR YOU!”

he whined. you then see a glass-eyed brahms behind the porcelain you were cleaning.

“okay, sweetheart, but you have to be nice,” you began to take off his boxers, setting free his fully erect cock. you’ve seen it limp, you’ve seen it hard (for you!) but never so painfully erect. “oh, poor baby! mommy’s gonna make it feel better…” you were shifting your panties to the side but brahms beat you to it by ripping them apart.

“brahms! yo— oh!” your scoldings were interrupted by the feel of his thick mushroom head practically kissing your clit. his pre-cum mixing with your wetness lead to gushing sounds which were music to brahms’ ears. he’d slip the tip in between the lips of your pussy, only applying pressure at the hole, but not enough to penetrate.

now, it was your turn to go dumb with lust. “baby, what are you doing to me,” you moaned. his cock would slide along your slit, gathering your wetness up to your clit where he would poke and slap your nub with his pre-cum. “when-how-how are you so good at this?” you were left flabbergasted. your sweet brahms was a perverted, grown man. seemingly more mature than you with fur-like black hair adorning his muscular chest. his hands were far bigger than yours, gripping your hips like a vice. his thighs were strong and thick, sending waves of arousal coursing through you as you grind on him.

“i practice, mommy.” he used his good-boy voice. you frowned amidst your pleasure, and he was quick to change. “i watch you through the walls. ‘think of you when i’m alone.” you blushed. “what do you think of?” you tilted your head to the side, curious.

“these,” he cupped your breasts. you moaned in pain and pleasure. he was toying with your ample breasts, twisting and turning your erect nipples. you let out a scream when he slapped your tender flesh, fascinated by watching them wiggle. “brahms,” you moaned, and you looked up at you expectantly. “can you put them in your mouth?” you bit your lip, not caring about how desperate and promiscuous you sound.

he paused his assault on your breasts, momentarily. this, of course, meant he’d have to take his mask off or at least uncover his lower face. he hesitated, but the sight of you splayed out— breasts perky and swollen, your pussy gushing, your waist and hips bruised from his grip, your hair, always beautifully neat, now sexily messy, your lips plump and rouge— you looked straight out of an erotica— because of him. for him. so, who was he to deny you?

he lifts his mask up, just enough to let his mouth out, and licked your areola. his hot tongue traced around your nipples before wrapped around them and sucking. “mhm, just like that,” you moaned, rocking your hips over his cock.

“GOOD BOY, BRAHMS!”

that was the last straw. a raging fervency overcame the boy, and he had you lifted and seated on his cock within seconds. you let out a scream, unable to process the painful penetration. he grabbed a hold of your ass, squeezing fistfuls and scratching with his nails. he spanked you, feeling your ass bounce against his thighs.

“keep cleaning,” he groaned. you could barely interpret what he meant until he left your nipple with a wet, ‘pop’ sound, to take your digits to his mouth. he sucked your digits, butterflies making their way into your stomach, and placed them on his mask.

you tried your best to continue scrubbing off the dirt, but most of it wouldn’t budge. you wrapped your arms around his strong neck, letting him have his way with you. he sucked your nipples till they were puffy and sore, while pounding the brains out of you.

“messy boy, aren’t you?” you giggled, breathless, as he made you bounce on his cock.

“MOMMY’S MESSY BOY,” you moaned, and brahms’ cock twitched inside of you.

you scrubbed the cracked porcelain of his mask, pussy convulsing at the feel of him hitting your g-spot over and over again. “cum for mommy, brahms.”

“cum right inside mommy— make a mess out of me, too!” you screamed, feeling him speed up.

“i’m yours, mommy, your good boy. your good boy. mommy’s messy boy, i’m mommy’s messy boy, ah! FUCK!”

tears spilled down the eyes of the two of you. brahms’ rambling was what drove you to the edge, and you were spasming around his cock before you knew it. he shot his load inside of you, and it kept on oozing for what felt like ages. you were plastering his mask with kisses, while he still rocked your hips back and forth.

the minute you were going to get up, he pulled you by the wrist and kissed you. your tongues fought for dominance, before you pulled away (much to his dismay), and kissed his porcelain cheek. “come on, messy boy. let’s get you cleaned before we get dirty again.” you threw him a wink, grabbing him by the arm and leading him to the bathroom.

“yes, mommy.”

[nemesis-writer]

POV- Writing for ____x reader fic

[n1ght0f-nyx]

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

[sleep-0-deprived]

⋆˚࿔Brahms Heelshire thoughts~!𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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

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

𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚—𝜗𝜚

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sold2vlaykz]

Slashers x reader

Prompt: Reader leaves and comes back.

Featuring: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Jacob goodnight, bubba sawyer, Michael Myers, Brahms heelshire

Warning: angst, fluff;

Bo Sinclair

You left him, you had an argument and you fucking left him.

He didn’t expect you to, you threatened to do it neatly every time you fought but didn’t. So why would you do it now.

He hates how much he misses you, god when he found out you left everyone got caught in the crossfire.

Yelling at his siblings for not watching you better, even physically fighting them. Punching holes in the wall, breaking things, beer.

To randomly sitting his bed late at night with you on his mind, calling himself weak because of he cried for you, calling himself stupid for even arguing with you.

Every picture of you had been cracked and hidden, until when he got alone all he could do is look at it and down another bottle.

Sometimes accidentally waking up with things to tell you, drunk and dizzy just wanting to rest his head in your lap.

When you came back god he tried to hide it, he missed you yet still yelling at you about you leaving.

“You fucking left me”

“I know, but I’m here now aren’t I?”

Only to wrap you up into his arms and saying sorry, of course you talked it out. Helped him patch the holes and damage in the house.

Communicating more every time he felt angry, just coming to you and hugging you. Chuckling in your neck while being cocky.

“Knew you couldn’t stay away from me.”

He was more protective now, you could never go out the house after an argument without him trailing behind you. Could never leave the house for a walk unless you told him you were and even then he didn’t want you to go.

He didn’t even go to bed on his own time now, every time you went to bed he went to bed, if he was sleepy and you weren’t he was either gonna make you go to bed or stay up until you dropped.

You couldn’t go anywhere, you wanted to go to the bathroom, he was going to the bathroom too. You wanted to shower? There’s room for two.

Need a breath of fresh air? That’s good he needs a smoke break.

If he had to do anything he’d make it quick and snappy just to return to you.

You were never ever going to be let out of his sight again.

-

Jacob goodnight

When he woke up and went to apologize you were gone.

He searched every corner for you.

He destroyed everything, yelling, crying, praying for you to come back to him.

Telling his mom about how much he loved you. Crying and laying in her arms because he couldn’t lay in yours anymore.

Pictures of you were always either in his hand or in his pocket he just couldn’t let go. He was more aggressive, especially towards females.

Sometimes during a chase he’d accidentally yell your name, or call them your name.

Killing them brutally, pretending his punishing you for leaving him.

Though when you came back it was the exact opposite.

He ran towards you, crying and wailing about how much he missed you, how sorry he was and that he’d never yell again.

Every time you argued now he just pouted or stormed out to control his anger, only to cool down and lie down with you.

Just like with Bo, you weren’t going anywhere. You had to use the bathroom? He will hold your hand while you pee.

Gotta shower? He’ll hold your hand outside of the curtain.

If he has to use the bathroom? Well you’re coming with there’s no saying no he’ll toss you over his shoulder while he pees.

He has to shower? Please sit on the toilet top and talk to him.

A big baby, if you don’t go to sleep when he goes to sleep he’ll beg you to and you won’t hear the end of it until you do.

You have to go anywhere.

“Where are you going?”

With the most serious and protective voice.

It’s unlikely you two ever leave the bed, he always wants to be stuck under your skin just being close to you.

Gathering your warmth.

Anytime you try to he’ll pull you right down or just go with you even if he’s sleepy.

-

Vincent Sinclair

He will never get over it, you two rarely argued. He didn’t expect you to leave when you did.

Absolutely distraught, he was throwing things, breaking his own art.

He kept getting angry at himself because he couldn’t take his mind off of you, kept painting you so he wouldn’t forget what you looked like.

Making small figurines just to hold your body again.

Rarely left his basement now, he couldn’t make anything else other than you. Stuck with an art block, was more aggressive towards his brothers.

Was snappy, agitated.

Oh and the victims got the worst of it, sometimes he didn’t even bother to keep them alive during the process anymore.

Was no longer taking any shit, Bo started something? Now he’s gotta finish it.

His hygiene became poor, rotting in bed or just sculpting you. Writing his silly little poems about you.

He thought he’d be stuck in a hole forever.

So when you came back he ran to you. Shocked to ever see your face again, though his words were slurred you could understand every word.

“I just needed some space Vince, that’s all.”

He understood despite being upset about it, kept a close eye on you and Bo did do despite how much his brother ridiculed him for being upset about a girl he didn’t want to see his brother that depressed again.

He was over you like a looming shadow, you were rarely allowed to leave the basement now.

Sleeping in the bed in the corner.

He timed your showers, checking in on you any time you were minutes past your usual time.

You had a routine now, you ate at the same time, slept at the same time, sometimes even used the bathroom at the same time.

It’s not that he forced you to, more like forced himself to, fixing his everyday life to your time.

Yeah you still argued but that was rarely, and even then soon after he was quick to communicate with you to the best of his ability.

His room was full of paintings and sculptures of you, he wasn’t ashamed he didn’t have to hide it. He wanted you to see how much you meant to him.

Anytime Bo tried to pull you into an argument Vincent was quick to defend and pull you out of it.

He was more defensive than anything.

You broke something? Thats okay everyone makes accidents.

Of course he’ll initially get mad but it won’t last long.

Every time you got into an argument the relationship got healthier.

-

Bubba sawyer

You left because of his family, he kept getting manipulated over and over again.

He didn’t want to kill and it was obvious but he was so full of fear of disappointing his family and not being able to eat.

When you left he cried to his momma’ could barely do any work without thinking about you.

I mean the poor guy threw a tantrum because of how much he missed you, almost attacking Hoyt anytime he belittled him for being upset about it.

Poor boys very first heartbreak.

Anytime he thought about it he went crying to his momma, all snot faced and swollen. Of course he broke things, everything in the basement had been destroyed.

He couldn’t focus on any task, nearly every job had been failed.

He let nearly every victim go, not on purpose but he couldn’t even grasp the thought of living without you.

And god it was even worse if they bared resemblance to you, he froze up. Stuck like stone, well at least that was until he realized it was you.

He dropped everything and ran in your arms, wailing and spinning you in circles.

Quick to show you off and that you’d returned.

“Sorry mama’ I just needed some time.”

Of course she understood, both of you reconciled in her.

He never let you go anywhere, he’ll sit on the toilet top and wait as you shower, sit on the floor as you use the bathroom.

Brush his teeth when you brush yours, the only time you separate is when he has to do something and even then he doesn’t really want to comply.

If anyone tries to start anything with you he’s there, he won’t say or do anything but he’ll sling you over his shoulder and carry you away.

Arguing?

He’s apologizing before it started. Poor boy whines every time you two argue always ending with his head in your lap.

Just know anytime you two almost argued he was quick to apologized and it was a rare occurrence ever since then.

-

Micheal Myers

Well this is a little different, when you left it didn’t last long. You hardly got two blocks away before he grabbed you and dragged you back home.

Locked you inside a room only letting you out when you’ve learned your lessons.

Long story short, even if you escaped him he’d be waiting for you.

Longing, more aggressive and irrational.

He no longer only killed in October, everyone was dying in the summer, winter, spring.

And when you came back, it eventually calmed down. Of course he was angry and aggressive towards you but he backhand slightly softer after realizing how emotional you were.

He was more close with you, sometimes randomly appearing by you with his back on yours.

His hand slowly touching yours as he stood near.

More protective, you couldn’t go out without reassuring him you’d be back. Any man that flirted with you was dead from now and on.

Even though it was like that before.

-

Brahms Heelshire

You had left because he snapped about the rules, he had killed your ex and the mailman.

He was so jealous he became out of control.

The house was trashed, everything was thrown around.

With his parents dead and only him and him alone he drove himself insane. In bed crying, wailing about how much he missed you.

He didn’t even know how technology worked to book another baby sitter, and even if he did it just wouldn’t be the same.

He swore he’d never forgive you, that if you were to come back he’d rip your throat out.

Despite thinking that he still had a body pillow of you, wrapped in your clothes with some of your hair a photo of you on its face.

The isolation being too much to bare, talking to it, holding it, walking around with it.

When you came back he was angry livid you left, but he couldn’t help but run up to you and ponder you with questions.

He was yelling but calmed down soon later, at least you were here.

“Brahms I just, I needed space.”

He didn’t understand, he didn’t care. He needed you, he wanted you.

“You left me!”

Now you were stuck in his little basement as he cuddled you, it felt nearly suffocating as every time you tried to move an inch his grip just got tighter.

He didn’t explain the body pillow but quickly kicked it off the bed to make room for you.

Sometimes he wouldn’t shower just to stay with you, you wanted to shower? He’s seen you naked before go right ahead.

Need to poo? He’s lived in walls his whole life there’s no smell he can’t handle.

You weren’t going anywhere, and no one was coming close to you.

[rosysmccheesestories]

Intertwined

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x reader Warnings: Sexual themes, canon typical behavior Summary: Closing in on you, he could hear your labored breathing. You were panicked, scared. He did not mean to frighten you but he could not allow you to leave either. He needed you. He loved you. You were his. 

Quietness always was your comfort. You did not enjoy being around many people or stand their attitude. Few people understood why you generally were pretty quiet, causing your friend group to be pretty small. The few friends you actually had all left your small hometown on the British countryside, going off to new adventures in the big city. 

Not you. You stayed behind, not wanting to leave the comfort of your home. Even your mother left to see the world, spending all her hard earned money on travels with her new husband. By no means was your family rich but your parents always were hard workers. 

Your mother used to work at the old Heelshire estate, cleaning and for general upkeep of the mansion. A few times she brought you along, not being able to afford a caretaker for you at the time. 

There, you interacted with the son of the Heelshire’s a few times. He generally was quite shy, often hiding behind his mother’s legs whenever interacting with your mother or you. Curios about the older boy, you tried to speak with him a few times. “Have you left your house before?” Shyly, he seemed to slightly folded into himself, not wanting to answer at first. You never see him at school or anywhere else in town. Your mother mentioned before, that he was privately tutored at home. “No.” Looking under him, his hands behind his back, he looked cute to you. In that moment, you decided that you’d like to get to know this shy boy better. “Would you like to play with me in the woods?” Looking up, he seemed surprised by your offer to play together. A smile. “Yes”. 

After your initial interaction, you and Brahms spend a lot of time together., becoming quite close.

Playing outside in the woods, trying to catch each other in a game of tag. He always found you, seemingly appearing out of thin air behind you. You never minded him finding you. Until he accidentally scared a little mouse you were trying to approach. The mouse, scared of the sudden appearance of Brahms behind you, bit your finger. “Ouch!” Pulling your hand back, holding it to your chest in order to inspect it, diverting your attention to your injured finger. You didn’t even notice Brahm’s fury towards the little creature. A sickening crunch made you abruptly look up. Brahms, in all his rage, was stomping the bloody remains of the little mouse with his foot, seemingly not letting up until nothing of it remained. “Brahms! Stop!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arm, trying to calm him. “What are you doing! It’s just a mouse!” For the first time, you screamed at him. His eyes, so dark you could not even see his iris,  finally found yours. “It bit you, hurting you!” To Brahms this was all the explanation he needed to give. “Animals bite when scared. That’s no reason to kill them!” Your voice was still raised, but definitely not as loud as before. “Don’t you yell at me!” Brahms suddenly was closer than he was a second ago. Already towering over you, despite his age, he suddenly appeared very frightening to you. Flinching, you took a step back. The action seemingly breaking Brahm’s fury induced stupor. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me” Tears brimmed in his eyes. “It’s okay, no need to cry” Your arms engulfed him, his form folding over you. “Don’t be mad. I”m sorry.” He wailed. “Don’t leave me”. Your hug tightened around him, trying to ignore the blood left on his boot.

The news of the little girl, Emily Cribbs, being killed in a fire that also killed Brahms, drove you into isolation. Whenever you and your mother left the house, you could feel people whispering behind your back. Rumors in a small town spread fast and said rumor had it, that Brahms was involved in the little girl’s death. Suddenly, you received a lot more attention from your fellow villagers, being one of the very few people ever actually interacting with Brahms. People asking you questions you never wanted to answer, ignoring your obvious grief.

You never went to the Heelshire house anymore, not after they decided to let your mother go from her caretaker position. Neither your mother nor you blamed them. The Heelshire estate was not the same after Brahm’s death. Darkness surrounded the building, looming even over whole village. A few times, you heard of caretakers being hired by the Heelshire’s but you never heard much else about it. No one ever saw the caretakers arriving or leaving. Soon, the Heelshire mansion was known as a haunted house that you cannot leave once you entered. 

Running into the Heelshires during your daily walk in the woods was pure coincidence. Reminiscing in your thoughts, you did not even realize how close you’ve gotten to their estate. Only once you were standing a few feet away from Mister Heelshire, did your grasp on reality return. “I apologize, I did not mean to intrude” Embarrassed and stumbling over your words as well as your feet. Putting your arms up, you took a few steps back. Mister Heelshire seemed stunned to see someone this close to their property. A shovel in his hand and dirt all over his pants, he seemed so different from how you remembered him. Looking at you, his eyes gleamed with the realization of who you are. He remembered you. “You have to leave. No one is allowed on this property” His tone was cold, a lot harsher than he ever was to you as a child. “I’m terribly sorry. I’ll leave”. Backing up even further, movement in a window on the upper floors caught your eye. Besides the curtain moving, you did not see much else. 

How terribly he missed you. Seeing you standing there, so close but yet so far to their house, he tried memorizing your image into the deepest corner of his conscience, mesmerized by your beauty. Your cheeks were red from the cold, even though you were wearing a thick cardigan and a scarf. Oh, how he would never let the cold touch ever again. He would keep you warm, his body melting into yours no matter what time of day.

Taking a step back from the window, his broad shoulders accidentally moved against the curtain, moving it. On instinct, he hid behind the wall next to the window not wanting to be seen. He needed you back, no matter the cost. Moving swiftly, he ducked into the secret opening of the wall, desperately wanting to inform his mother of his rediscovered desire. You needed to be back in his arms. 

Turning around to leave, a door whipping open haltered your movement. “Wait!” Missus Heelshire came running out the house, surprising not only you but her husband as well. Looking at her, she aged immensely since the last time you saw her. Her hair was white, but her eyes were still as observant as ever, though desperation was clearly shining in them. 

Coming to a standstill, she opened her mouth. “Please feel free to come in. I’d like to propose an offer, you cannot refuse” She looked very certain. Nervous, you grabbed the hem of your sweater. It has been over a decade since you last entered the Heelshire estate. Bitting your lip, you looked around the garden, up the open front door. “I’m really sorry, I did not mean to interrupt your time. I was just on a walk. I’ll leave” Missus Heelshire’s face contorted. “No child, please come in. I’d like to discuss a possible work arrangement with you” Surprised, your mouth opened slightly. Eyes roaming around the building one more time, you nodded. Mister Heelshire stepped back, looking down towards his shovel. Entering through the gate, you ignored your stomach suddenly dropping. It’s been so long.

Entering the house, the first thing that hit you was the smell. The air in the houses tasted stale and old. Looking around, you were just as amazed like you were as a child of the sheer size of the building. The mansion definitely did not lose any of its grandeur in the years you have not been here. “I’d ask you to please take your shoes off. We do not appreciate dirt in the house” Missus Heelshire looked at you pointedly. “Of course! I apologize” Embarrassed, you slipped out of your boots.

“Follow me” Turning around, Misses Heelshire walked towards the kitchen area. You remembered the layout of the house. 

Close after her, you felt eyes on you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood but you attributed this to being back in the building you lost your close friend in. “Please sit. I will prepare some tea shortly.” The kitchen table was the same as well. Seemingly, nothing has changed since the last time you were here. 

Putting a cup down in front of you, Missus Heelshire sat, body turned to you. “I will not beat around the bush. We are in urgent need of a nanny for the estate as well as Brahms.” Shocked, your eyes opened wide. “Brahms?” You did not believe it. Brahms was dead. 

Sighing, Missus Heelshire stood up. “Come on child, I will show you” Leading you upstairs, you followed her. The house seemed to move with you, the sound of creaking coming from the stairs as well as the walls. Coming to a halt in front of Brahms old bedroom, she looked over her shoulder. “Please do not misunderstand. We just want what’s best for our boy.” Nodding, she opened the door. There, sitting on the edge of Brahms’s old bed, was a doll. It looked eerily similar to the young boy you remembered. Your surprise was replaced by a feeling of pity not only for the woman in front of you but also the old man outside in the garden. They lost their only son, coming to terms with his death definitely was not easy. In their grief, they turned to a replacement. “Please say hello to Brahms. It’s been so long since you’ve seen each other” Pointing with her hand towards the doll, Missus Heelshire stepped back a bit. Not wanting to be perceived as rude, you kneeled in front of the doll. “Hello Brahms. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Eyes teary, your voice cracked slightly. The situation was awkward, you were speaking with a doll after all, but you could not blame the Heelshires for their way of grieving. It took you years to get over the loss of your friend as well. 

Taking the dolls hand, you shook it slightly. Missus Heelshire, looking content with your interaction, spoke up again. “We plan on going for a trip for a few weeks but we cannot leave Brahms nor the house alone. Since you’re familiar with the house and Brahms missed you, we’d like for you to take over the role of caretaker in our absence.” Folding her hands over her stomach, she looked at you expectingly. “Of course, we will compensate you for your time and effort”. Understanding the offer, you nodded. You did not need to think about it for long. If you could help the family of your childhood friend, you would do so. 

You were supposed to start the next day. Going home in order to pack your bags felt weird, considering where you were going. The feeling of pity for the Heelshires never left you. They were obviously struggling to come to terms with the death of their son. If taking care of a doll for a few weeks could help them a bit, you would. Not even the rules Missus Heelshire gave you rattled your determination of helping them out. 

No Guests

Never Leave Brahms Alone

Save Meals in Freezer

Never Cover Brahms Face

Read a Bedtime Story

Play Music Loud

Clean the Traps

Only Malcolm Brings Deliveries

Brahms is Never to Leave

Kiss Goodnight

The next day, you returned to the Heelshire estate. Mister and Missus Heelshire were ready to go the minute you arrived, their bags ready by their side. Missus Heelshire put her hand on your shoulder. “Please take good care of our boy for us.” Squeezing a bit, she let go. Mister Heelshire gave you a pitiful look before shamefully looking under him like he did outside in the garden. Grabbing their bags, both of them left.

Confused, your eyes trailed after them. “Weird” You mumbled under your breath. Taking a deep breath in, you made your way upstairs. 

The Heelshires left but the house still does not feel like you’re actually alone in the building. You keep hearing noises all over. Opening the door to Brahms room, you are met with the cold eyes of the doll. “Well Brahms, looks like it’s only the two of us now” Grinning, you picked up the doll and hoisted it on your hip. “Let’s take a look around”

Following your footsteps, Brahms barely could contain his excitement. His fingers prickled, the want to touch you barely controllable. Walking almost next to in the walls, he could faintly smell you causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. Breathing in deeply, he can almost taste you. How heavenly it would be to burrow his face in your neck, inhaling your bare essence, feeling your soft skin under his lips. His fingers pressing into your soft sides, sliding down towards your thighs. The thought alone aroused him. Looking up at the ceiling, he sighed. Soon. 

You still know where everything is, which should make your job a lot easier. Putting Brahms down, you looked for cleaning utensils to get started on dusting. Almost spending all of your day cleaning, your stomach suddenly reminded you that you still needed to eat. Picking Brahms back up, you made your way to the kitchen again. Putting the doll down in one of the chairs, you got to cooking and eating. Once done, you cleaned up the mess you created and put the other half in the freezer, as instructed. 

“Time for bed” With those words you left the kitchen, completely forgetting about the doll. Making it up to your room, you got to unpacking your luggage. You did not bring that much with you, since you could go home anytime in order to pick up more of what you need. You also were not planning on doing your laundry in the Heelshire estate but rather opting to driving the twenty minutes into town and taking care of it at home. 

A sudden noise startled you. Looking at the door, it almost seemed like it rattled for a millisecond. The hairs on your neck and arms stood once more, a shiver going down your back. Scared, you slowly walked towards the door not trying to make a sound. Putting your hand on the doorhandle, the door rattled again. Screaming, you tripped, landing on your rear. “Ouch” Rubbing your backside, you stood back up. “What the hell” Not wanting to investigate the weird ongoings, you locked the door scared someone or something could be in the house. Shaking you hurried into the bathroom, locking the door there as well. Curling up, you sit on the toilet, eyes trained on the door. 

He did not mean to make you fall and hurt yourself. His intent was only to scare you a bit to get you to properly take care of him or rather his replacement for the meantime. Watching through the oneway mirror in your bathroom, he felt bad seeing you all curled up, shaking like a leaf. You don’t ever have to be afraid around him, as long as you follow the rules. Still, he was a bad boy for accidentally hurting you. He needed to be punished. 

A bang woke you up. Looking around the bathroom, your confusion quickly turned into fear again. Straining as much as you could, you tried to listen for any more sounds but it was completely quiet. Even the old floorboards and the old wood of the house was silent. Getting up again, you unlocked the door and carefully opened it before actually stepping into your bedroom. Crossing the room, your hands shook as you carefully opened the door to the hallway, scared of what might await you. 

The hallway was dark but illuminated enough to tell that nothing was there. Taking a step, your foot collided with something. Looking down, the glass eyes of the doll started back at you. Terrified, you froze not believing what you’re looking at. You suddenly remembered how you accidentally left the doll in the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to forget” You sobbed. Was the doll actually haunted or was it the house? Was it the ghost of Brahms? Going a mile a second, questions over questions flooded your mind. Picking the doll back up, you saw a piece of paper. In big fat letters, you could read the word “RULES” 

You ran. The rattling, the doll appearing in front of your bedroom door, the piece of paper, it all terrified you. Putting the doll back on its bed, you made a run for it. Almost slipping on the stairs multiple times due to your socks, you made it to the front door. Just wanting to get out, you looked for your shoes. They were nowhere to be found but you know for a fact that you left them in the entryway. “No, no, no, no” Tears now were streaming down your face. Gripping the roots of your hair, you tried to ground yourself with no success. Lights flickering, the house seemed to come to live once more. The prior silence completely gone, you heard groaning from every corner. Whatever it was, it did not want you to leave. Turning around, you found the little doll looking at you from the base of the stairs again. 

The following weeks, you got into a routine with Brahms. You woke up, got ready for the day only to do the same to the doll. Too terrified of what might happen if you did not obey the rules, you made sure to strictly stick to them now. Though it gave you a slight ick to kiss the doll goodnight, you still gave it a forehead kiss every evening. 

You did not mind being alone in the big house for the most part. Enjoying the quiet, once done with cleaning, you actually had time to read a bit while the doll was listening to music loudly. The extensive library in the back of the estate could entertain you for months, if not years. Luckily, you would not have to stay that long. Once the Heelshires came back, you’d be able to leave without any further issues. You were only hired as a caretaker for a few weeks after all. 

The only interruption in your daily routine with the doll was Malcolm coming to bring the groceries. The house always got eerily quiet once he was in the house, as if waiting for him to misbehave, ready to pounce. And even though you did enjoy the daily smalltalk with him, you knew it was for the better for him to leave in a timely matter. You were not allowed guests nor were you willing to test if the rules were bendable. 

You were getting ready for bed in your bathroom when you noticed a weird of smudge on the side of your mirror. It was so tiny and minuscule, you wouldn’t even have noticed, if you were not keenly aware of how you just cleaned your bathroom this morning. The rules did not specify cleaning of the estate but it definitely would not hurt your situation to do so.

Leaning forward, you wiped at the smudge with your finger. While doing so, you felt air hitting the tip of your finger. Confused, you looked at the side of your mirror but you could not see anything out of place. Grabbing the mirror, you tried to rattle it. The sound produced by this, almost sounded hollow, like there was nothing behind the mirror. Pulling harder, the mirror seemed to move along with the whole wall. Pulling even further, you could tell there was an empty space behind the wall. “What?” Wide eyed, you took a step into the hollow space. Quickly grabbing a flashlight out of your bathroom cabinet, you only wanted to take a Quick Look. Unfortunately for you, while trying to determine how long this passageway went, the opening clicked close next to you. Shocked, you looked left. The mirror functioned as a oneway mirror, you could see the whole of your bathroom. Unease bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Who was watching you through there? 

Turning to the passageway, you had not choice but to go forward. The light shook slightly due to your trembling hands, but at at least you could still see. The bit of light shining through the nook and crannies from the walls did not illuminate the passageway enough for you to see clearly. You were glad you brought the flashlight, bringing you a tiny bit of comfort. While walking, you realized how the passageway seemed to follow the structure of the house, clearly going through any floor and any room. This terrified you. Was someone here the whole time you’ve been here? 

It was hard to breathe. Dust and dirt made you cough every other step, the musty smell of moisture being trapped in the passageway with you. Choosing different directions of the passageway, you ended up in front of a small door. Opening it, an even smaller staircase lead up. Going up as silent as possible, you could see a slight light at the very top of it. Hopefull your pace got quicker. At the top of the staircase was a room. It was not big by any means but it definitely was a welcome change to the passageway and staircase you just went through. Looking around the room, you could see a sink, a kitchen area as well as more nooks towards the back of it. Personal belongings were littered around the room. Obviously someone was living here this whole time. The thought alone made you shiver. Your worst fear of not actually being alone in the house came true. 

Inspecting the room further, a bed caught your eye. Walking towards it, you could clearly see a puppet, wearing your clothes, laying on the bed. Around the bed were drawings of you. Some while sleeping, some while you were doing chores. Whoever lives here has been watching you. 

Your breath quickened while your heart was beating so loud, your ears were ringing. Close to a panic attack, you spun around and froze. There, in the middle of the room, a man was standing. The light of the single light bulb on the ceiling reelected slightly on his porcelain mask. His eyes were already trained on you, clearly surprised. He was slightly hunched over but even so, he was still towering over you. Through his cardigan, you could tell how broadly built the man was. His hands were as big as your face and just looking at him, you could tell you stood no chance. If he wanted to, he could easily snap your neck with probably not much effort. 

“Y/N” A childlike voice, not fitting his statue, sounded from the man. The high pitch broke you out of your frozen state. Your legs moved without you even realizing. The man, faster than you would have ever anticipated for his size, lunched at you, trying to grab you by the waist. A scream escaped you but you were able to duck away before his hands were able to grab you. Once his fingers closed around you, you’d have no way of escape. You knew that for certain. 

Again, you ran. The passageway was even darker without the flashlight which you dropped when encountering the man. Lungs burning due to running but also due to the dust, you felt like passing out. The passageway seemed to close in on you, walls coming closer while you ran making you trip. Your foot caught on a wooden beam, but you did not even care for the pain. Adrenaline pulsing through your veins, you kept running. There had to be some way out. You just had to find it. 

He ran like he never did before. He did not expect you to find your way inside the walls, let alone his room where he kept his priced possessions of you. Pieces of your jewelry, your clothes, your panties. He enjoyed rubbing his face into those, inhaling your scent. The few he took at the beginning of you arrival, he could not even use anymore for his enjoyment. He licked them clean already, his scent overpowering yours. 

Like a rabbit, you maneuvered your way around the walls in front of him. He knew the walls though, it was his territory. You could not escape him. He would not let you. 

Closing in on you, he could hear your labored breathing. You were panicked, scared. He did not mean to frighten you but he could not allow you to leave either. He needed you. He loved you. You were his. 

Coming to a dead end, he saw you hiding behind a boiler that went through the passageway, You had no way out but just seemingly wanted to put something between you two. Grabbing one of the smaller metal pipes, he crouched down. 

“Y/N?” Looking at you through the pipes, he moved closer. “Come back.” His voice changed to a lower tone “I will be good. I will” He panted. “No!” 

Pushing yourself even more against the wall, you seemingly tried to become one with it. “Come back here” His voice got even lower. Whimpering, you pushed yourself even further into the wall with no success. “Get back here” His voice became a full growl. Hyperventilating, black dots appeared in your vision. “Don’t leave me” was the last thing you heard before passing out. 

[yanderemommabean]

I wish to make Brahms Heelshire whimper. Want him apologetic for tying reader up and swearing he’ll be a good boy, begging reader not to leave and that he can be so good for you he just has to show you. Rabbit fucking into you while blubbering and clinging to you, shaking as he feels how tight and warm you are and just knowing he couldn’t make it if you left. Completely unhinged and delusional.

-Mommabean

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Brahms Heelshire Would Include:

Brahm is a clingy possessive protective dominant and obsessive yandere, he won't let you talk to anyone but him. He keeps you close to him always touching you, he gets jealous easily and he does whatever it takes to keep you he wants you to be all his. He'll hurt anyone who tries to take you away, and loves you deeply he gets aggressive whenever someone looks or talks to you.

He sees you as his precious gem, his one and only most prized possession. He's possessive and clingy, but he treats you nice and like a princess. He loves to touch you always holding you and wanting to be near you wants you all to himself so you can't be with anyone else.

He will go full crazy mode if you try to leave, he'll stalk you, he'll try to get you back, and he will manipulate any way he can to keep you with him. He's very loving and very protective.

He is also quite rough, he can be very loving but most of the time he'll be dominating and controlling, he just wants to keep you all to himself that's why he's very clingy and loves to mark you. He loves to see you with his marks on you which shows you are his.

He also tends to gaslight you into believing that he's only doing it to protect you or to love you, he wants you to be so manipulated, so crazy in love with him that you're completely obsessed with him and will depend on him fully like he does with you.

He will go through your phone checking your messages, he'll listen to your calls making sure you didn't talk to anyone he doesn't know, he'll monitor you, he'll make sure you don't step a foot out of his sight, and he'll hurt anyone who even touches you or looks at you.

He won't give you space, he doesn't want you to be away from him, he wants to have you next to him at all times. Even when he sleeps he wants you at his side and makes you sleep on his chest so he can feel your breathing to make sure you're still there for him.

Brah has major jealousy issues, he always wants you for himself, and he'll get mad whenever you interact with other people, his goal is to isolate you from everyone and make you completely dependent on him so you can only turn to him and him. He's the jealous type, he's very obsessive, when he sees another person looking or talking and flirting with you he gets very aggressive.

Brahm mostly treats you like his property, so he acts as if you are his, very possessive and clingy. He'll always keep you near him, he won't want you to be away from him, and he'll let his hand roam all over your body as a sign that you are his, he wants others to see you are his. He treats you like a toy he keeps close and doesn't want anyone else to look or talk to you.

Brahm will reassure you by telling you that he just wants to protect you and only wants you for himself, he'll give you a lot of praise when you listen to him and be a good girl for him. He will say things to reassure you that he is the only one who will love you that you are his, and that no one else can have you, and that no one else deserves you.

His rewards will be when you obey him and are the good little pet he wants you to be, he'll cuddle you and he'll give you compliments for being the good little thing he expects you to be. He'll praise you and say that you're doing so great, and that you belong with him, and that he's proud of you for being his good girl.

When you misbehave, he will take away the things that you enjoy doing and he'll make you do things for him instead, he'll make you be under his control at all times, he'll punish you with words, he likes mental punishments he loves to break you down and make you fall even more helpless under him. He'll also get physical if you push him too far.

When he fights with you, he likes to guilt trip you, make you feel guilty, and make you believe it's all your fault, he will blame you and make you get more under his control he'll get mad when you talk back, and say you're being too bratty. He likes to hurt you emotionally he likes to make you cry to break you and make you weaker.

He always kisses you and gives you hugs, he likes to hold you close and give you forehead kisses, he'll hold you tight overbearing way, he'll stroke your hair and keep you close because he loves you, he'll let his hands roam around your skin admiring you as his own, he'll stroke your hair and kiss you softly, he has soft and sweet affection as well as rough and possessive.

Brahm is a very sweet and romantic man, he will buy you flowers, take you to the best restaurants, and make you feel so special and loved. When you go out he'll make sure no one looks or talks to you other than him, he'll hold you close and hold your hand, he'll hold your waist and hold you as you go out. He will make you feel so happy and special when you're on a date with him because you're his, he'll make you feel like you're the only one in his eyes.

He will tell you the most intimate things that you did when he was being obsessive and watching you from within the walls, he'll make comments about what he saw you doing and he'll admit to watching you always, saying you were so cute and he couldn't stop watching you, he'll say he watched you do everything… including stuff you thought he didn't know about.

He wants to marry you and he wants to love you and be with you forever, he'll put a ring on your finger and have you fully under his possession and control forever and ever, he wants to mark you as his property forever, he'll love you with marriage and he'll still act possessive in that way.

Brahm will love to have children with you, he'll be a very protective father, he will be overprotective over the family and want to keep you to himself, he will take care of you and his child and still be just as possessive and obsessive with you, wanting you to be in his control no matter what and forever keeping you with him and under him.

He will be disappointed and will try to convince you to have kids with him or adopt kids he'll say that he always envisioned having a cute family with you, but he will love you either way, he'll say he wants to fill you with his children but still love you and continue to be possessive and keep you under his thumb forever.

"I crave your touch, your words, your attention, constantly. Your mere presence is a gift to me. I would do anything to make you smile, anything to keep you close. You're the one who makes my heart race and my days bright. I long for those little moments we share, those stolen glances, those stolen kisses. I can't imagine my life without you in it. I need you like I need air to breathe. There's a void within me that only you can fill, my darling. Without you, I'm lost in darkness."

Forced orgasm denial - Triggering climax after climax, then denying relief, leaving you teetering on the brink of insanity.

Sleep sex - Engaging in lewd acts while unconscious, allowing subconscious desires to take over and guide his actions.

Rope bondage - Creating intricate knots and harnesses, suspending you in the air or tying you into predicament positions. artistic erotic restraint is something he enjoys when he learns about it.

Reading dirty stories - Devouring books, articles, and online content filled with graphic sexual descriptions. Gets him rock-hard imagining scenarios and characters coming to life through you and him.

Mind control - Hypnotic scenarios, gaslighting, manipulating your thoughts and desires. Making you crave submission to him.

[funnyexel]

Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader 

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

imagine clark as your coworker (yandere blurb)

[1423nam]

I'm always late to the party with movies but I watched The Boy. Have to draw Brahms at least once in my lifetime..

[jinuaei]

Aka my reaction when the sequel doesn't have the big boy in it:

Ko-fi

[nemesis-writer]

POV- waiting for updates for ___ x reader. Prt 2

[smilessssss]

Yandere Brahm Heelshire H/Cs

You were kind of fucked the second you took the job and walked in.

Ms, and Mr Heelshire we’re nice. A lovely old couple trying to cope with the lost of their son. You did find it sorta weird that you had to be babysitting doll but whatever works.

You always felt like you were being watched, every day. While you slept, showering, cleaning and eating.

Brahms would take your stuff while you were doing whatever. Basically stealing anything of yours until it’s quite obvious your stuff is going missing.

Gets real jealous of the doll, he should be the one getting all the praise, he should get all the kisses from you, he should be getting tucked in each night. Not him.

Jealous of Malcolm, doesn’t like that another guy is talking to you. Doesn’t like how both of you are buddy buddy. He wants to be buddy buddy with you. Doesn’t like anyone talking to you in general.

Watched you like a hawk, thinking you’ll leave him.

Won’t come out of the walls after a long time. The final straw is when you invited Malcolm to hangout in the house.

He tried to kill Malcolm didn’t succeed. You and Malcolm tried to escape but it was only him that was able too.

Now that Brahms showed himself he basically keeps you captive (like you weren’t before).

More clingy and whiney, wanting to make up for all the time and affection you spent on that doll. Throws a tantrum if you don’t show the tiniest bit of attention to him. Really gets annoying.

You don’t get hurt in the tantrums, unless he was really mad. You constantly have to yell at him because of how he is.

(Sulks in the wall when you do)

Particularly assumes that when your near the door or anything you can leave through. That your trying to leave him.

Loves getting goodnight kisses.

Just a big man child, that alway wants to be with you. But he loves you! And he believes you do too.

[decaf-mother]

Yandere Brahms with his female S/O finally moved away from him far away. He would find her no matter how far away like countries. He realized he loves her more than everyone he meets even more than Greta.

"Anywhere For You"

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Brahms Heelshire x GN|Y/N

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Warnings: Trauma, Angst, Yandere

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Brahms paced back and forth his feet heavy against the creaky floor boards, replaying the situation from a few months ago over and over in his head.

You had escaped him... The person he felt the safest with had ran away. Someone he treasured more than even Greta.

You had filled the void in his heart in a way no one else did, the warmth within you coating him in such a sweet sensation, yet he had you caged like a desperate bird.

You had finally got the chance to take flight and you took it, leaving him behind with furniture turned and objects smashed. He threw one hell of a tantrum when he awoke to find you gone.

No. He wasn't going to let you go. Not like this.

He's never felt like this for anyone before, he was willing to chase you to the ends of the earth if he had to. Anywhere for you.

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You were sitting on the bus with your ear buds in, quietly listening to some music when you caught a glimpse of a tall figure behind you. Naturally because of the trauma you faced, your first assumption was 'BRAHMS?!?'. However when you whipped your head around you spotted a normal man just relaxing into his seat... Of course.

You were so far away from Brahms Heelshire and that wretched manor now... But those memories haunted you, slinking their way into every crevice of your life.

If you heard a mysterious thud your whole body would tense and you'd grab the nearest weapon, only to find it was simply a box that toppled over because you left it setting on the very edge of the shelf.

Sometimes you'd awake in the middle of the night and were convinced you heard something in the walls... There wasn't anything but that didn't fix the issue.

Finally you gave in and went to therapy and after awhile you finally began to feel settled. You felt safer. He couldn't hurt you anymore.

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You were washing the dishes and humming along to a fun little bop in your head when suddenly you heard a familiar child-like voice... Certainly it was just your mind playing tricks on you.

Thud Thud Thud

You knew that sound of footsteps anywhere, plate slipping from your hands and crashing to the floor, shattered pieces scattering.

No, it can't be...

Before you could reach for a knife a pair of strong arms embraced you from behind, pinned up against his broad muscular chest, you could feel his heavy breathing.

His masked face pressed into your hair, breathing in your scent desperately.

"I missed you."

It was no longer the childish voice, it was a far deeper and gruffer one, his real voice slipping through. How could this happen? How did he even find you?

His grip grew tighter and it was hard to breathe, you swore he might even crack your ribs if he kept this up.

"Brahms... You're hurting me..."

You didn't receive a verbal response, he only emitted a soft grunt that rumbled from deep within his chest.

He finally got you back and he wasn't letting go.

This time there wasn't a chance at escape.

This little birdies wings were going to be clipped.

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[icey-wifeyy]

Sorry no stardew drawing(╥﹏╥) I’ve just really been fixated on Brahms lately♥️🥺🫀

[eunxhan]

❝ I am forever your most devoted believer. ❞

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Use an identifying name or emojis.

Use of tone markers.

Do not vent in my requests but You can vent to me privately.

Be aware of my boundaries.

Be specific as much as you can, Especially in OCs.

RULES

I do not condone YANDERE behavior in real life, I don't have such fantasies.

Dark and Mature themes are welcome!

I can write for characters that aren't in the fandoms I write for, just give me a specific info or link about the characters.

I write male,gn,nb.

Ꮺ : REQUESTS / ASKS

Maximum of four characters per request

Gender neutral unless specified

Always open to chat

I have the right to ignore some requests.

Ꮺ : I DO NOT CONDONE ANY BAD / YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLEASE DO NOT ASWELL.

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Ꮺ : I DO WRITE

Headcanons | One-shots | DrabblesCrossovers / Alternate Universe

Suggestive | Platonic / Romantic Relationships | Mini Series

Soft, Angst, Dark, NSFW

Ꮺ : I DO NOT WRITE

Pedophilia | INCESTOUS | NON-CON

Minor characters aged up versions. | Never change character's sexuality who's canonically in LGBTQ.

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Ꮺ : FANDOMS I WRITE

— I can write for characters in any fandoms.

ANIME

Jujutsu Kaisen

Bungo Stray Dogs

Blue lock

Haikyuu

Blue period

VIDEO GAMES

Obey me

What in the hell is bad?

Mystic messenger

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Honkai Impact

Dead by daylight

Identity V

Deadplate

Call of Duty

WEBTOONS

Coming soon..

MISCELLANEOUS

Helluva Boss

Marble hornets

Alien Stage

Harry Potter

Hazbin Hotel

Creepy pasta

The boy

Dead boy detectives

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Will be making character profiles.

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Ꮺ : I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

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