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“Did your angel ever betray you?” FANFIC 🖤
@yaztheangel uploaded a new chapter of The Mask of Beauty and Rage, and I just had to capture a moment from it! So happy its back!
Read it on AO3 🖤
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Come On, Now
Brahms Heelshire x Masc!Reader
Last Edited: 27/03/2024
TW: none
Anon: Brahms with (male or masc) reader making him leave the house? Can be either fic or Drabble idc
Word Count: 589
AO3 LINK -> HERE
Notes from @gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): We can do that, yes. We decided on a drabble (few hundred words) since we do believe, no matter what, Brahms probably would never leave his home (as is shown in the movie since he does not chase after Greta when she escapes before coming back). Hence, not it being a fic. Hope you enjoy. Another title is “Brahms touches grass for the first time in 20 years.”
Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): in which we make the lad touch grass.
Convincing the man to leave his own home is more trouble than you’d like to admit. It’s like a game of tug of war with a large mutt. Upon first suggesting he get some air, he'd reply with a pitiful, “Tomorrow?” in his practised child voice. Any attempt at insisting upon it gets shut down with him responding curtly, in his regular voice, “Not now.” And, well, arguing with him when he switches into his natural, gruff tone of voice is like trying to move a particularly fussy mountain. Until today, that is– not even Brahms is immune to persistent, well-meaning urges from his dear “nanny.”
“Are you sure I have to do this?” It’s a whining voice, one a child usually resorts to using when they can’t get their way. The man's uncanny ability to mimic a child's voice surely adds to that effect, also.
“Yes, Mr. Heelshire. It's for the best you step outside after so long. Not only have you never helped me with the rat traps, but you’ve never even been in the garden,” you finish with a sigh, already tired from this entire interaction. You’ve read that being cooped up in a place for too long can impact one’s health. That's why you’re trying to get Brahms to at least step outside his home for only a few minutes.
“Well, I don’t want to.” His bratty tone doesn’t match his large, tense frame.
“Come On, Now. Surely I’m not that bad of company,” you retort, not allowing him to try and back out.
“You are when you’re trying to be awful,” is his answer, tone cracking halfway through his sentence.
“Awful or not, your parents entrusted me in your care. This is part of the job. Now you’ll listen, or you won’t get a goodnight kiss. I’ll take it off the list for the day.” This seems to work, as Brahms has no more fighting words to give you. You grab ahold of his hand and start to tug him along to the back door. He follows with no protest, the warmth of his hand making yours sweat slightly.
Opening the door, you lead Brahms onwards, the sound of his heaving breathing and your footfalls echoing about as you both descend the steps. You don’t take him to the garden, instead leading him to one of the rat traps, sticking close to the house. You know he would freak out if you took him too far from his safe space and prison.
“See, Mr. Heelshire? This isn’t terrible now, is it?” He doesn’t respond, instead looking up at one of the many windows of the home. The one that has caught his eye has black smudges around it, evidence of a past fire from many years ago; it was before your time here at the house.
“No. It’s not bad. Thank you, Mr. [Redacted],” is his answer. At the prefix, you huff in amusement.
“Being polite won’t get you flattery, Mr. Heelshire. After all, you never use ‘Mr.’ when referring to me. Ever since the beginning of our time together.” After inhaling and holding it for a moment, you release the breath before turning towards the man. “We can go now. I only wanted you to experience outside without being trapped in that dusty house all the time. I’ve heard it helps with your health.”
With those words, you and Brahms head back inside. You can only hope he’ll allow you to make this a daily thing. You just want what’s best for him.
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~ Slasher - Masterlist ~
Summary : It was just supposed to be research for a new book that brought you to Mount Massive Asylum. But when you come across ten killers, things get out of control. Can you escape their knives and claws or will you succumb to their dark desires ?
The story is also on ao3 - Warning it has some slow updates
Another warning : MINORS DON'T INTERACT +18!!!!
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1. ~ Psychopathic murderer and lost hope of the bride ~
2. ~ The second day ~
3. ~ The final day with my murderers ~
4. ~ An escape or the last stand ~
5. ~ My Darling - Eddie Gluskin ~
6. ~ My Priest - Bo Sinclair ~
7. ~ My Doll - Brahms Heelshire ~
8. ~ My Masterpiece - Vincent Sinclair ~
9.~ My Flesh - Thomas Hewitt ~
10.~ Our victim - Billy Loomis - Stu Macher ~
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Expose Your Fictional Crushes
Me exposing my size kink and love for obsessive men
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Whisper in the Walls
A Brahms Heelshire fanfic.
Chapter 23 out now! Read on AO3!
Mara perked up as he led her to one of the panels closest to his hideaway. Helping her inside the walls, he made sure she didn't trip or fall on anything like the first time she tried entering the walls seeking him. Brahms had her lead as he guided her each turn and he nearly ran into her when she stopped. It took him a moment to notice she was gently touching one of the signs that lead to his room.
“The rules,” her voice left her in a breath. She began to follow them until she got to the last one. “Rule ten...”
“Kiss Goodnight.” Brahms looked down at her as he reached around her to the false wall that acted as his bedroom door. His anxiety gripped his throat as she stepped inside and he followed.
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My partner and I are releasing Chapter 2 of our Slasher Fanfic "Mansion of Blood" on ao3!!!
It's about Brahms Heelshire (The Boy), Billy Lenz (Black Christmas) and Ghostface (Scream) all encountering each other and like...becoming a family.
New chapters get released every Saturday so like check it out!! I don't advertise my works often but I'm really happy with how it's turning out.
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Fandom: Carrie
Sample Size: 152 stories
Source: AO3
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Just reread a fic I wrote a while ago and damn its kinda fire...
Its basically a small drabble on my take on Brahms relationship with his parents and exploring that thru their body language. Awkwardness and angst is in abundance.
Here it is:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36369424
Hope y'all enjoy!
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Timelapse time hehe ✨
Brahms from The Mask of Beauty and Rage by yaztheangel, fanfic of The Boy movie, on AO3🪄
I am slowly running out of ideas so it takes more time to come up with a composition or to choose a scene, so until then, I have timelapses to present!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Boy (Movies - Bell)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Brahms Heelshire/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Mr. Heelshire (The Boy), Mrs. Heelshire (The Boy)
Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, blowjob, Parental Death, Brahms deserves a happy ending, Light Femdom
Series: Part 2 of The Nanny
Summary:
She had been chosen not because of her credentials or her references, but because if she went missing, no one would come looking for her. She had no family, no friends and no past boyfriends who would care enough to search for her.
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Hey I found you on Ao3 with your stories about The Boy and I was wondering if there’s a chance we can see an update soon with Hell Bound and Midnight Musing? Even with the last updates being back in 2017? And you possibly already lost interest? Well I’m trying to say that I really like both of your stories and I was wondering if it was possible to see an update soon?
Thank you for reaching out! I’ll see what I can do.
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day 13 ; mommy kink
↠ brahms heelshire x reader
fandom: the boy
word count: 1k
warnings: nsfw 18+, dom!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, slight choking (m receiving)
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Nighttime in the Heelshire mansion was always your favorite. Brahms still preferred the comfort of his spaces within the walls during the days. He only came out when the sun went down, the only light source being the glimmer of the moon.
At night, you could do whatever you wanted to him.
Your hips bounce up and down on top of Brahms, his cock filling you so perfectly. You’re able to move yourself so that the tip of it hits you in just the right spot, causing you to see stars.
“So good for me,” you croon. Brahms’ hands tighten around your hips at your words. His muscles tense as you continue to ride him and his cock throbs inside of you.
Brahms was still mostly clothed, his pants unbuttoned and underwear pulled down to unsheath his cock. His wife beater was doused in his sweat, sticking to his chest.
And that damn mask. No matter what you did, you could never convince him to take it off.
Even now, as he lay trembling underneath you, his soft moans echoed out of the porcelain mask that covered his face.
You lean over him and ghost your hands over his neck. Brahms cranes his head up, pressing deeper into the bedsheets, almost as if inviting you closer. You let one hand rest on his neck, thumb caressing it gently while your other trails down his chest, finding its way under his top to stroke his stomach.
Gyrating your hips on his cock, you moan. “Touch my clit, Brahms.”
He obeys immediately, removing a hand off your hip to bring it to your clit. He rubs the area harshly, yet just enough to still make you feel good. He’s been learning, you think.
You smirk at his complacency. “Good boy.”
A soft gasp, almost inaudible, escapes his lips. If you were anyone else you probably would have not heard it. But you were used to Brahms’ quiet nature and always paying attention to him.
The effect those words had on him were more than you expected. His hips, previously still and under your full control, begin to buck up into you. Through the mask, you can see his eyes widen and pupils dilate. His breathing is even heavier than before, and the hand placed upon his neck can feel as he swallows hard.
“P…please…” he stutters out in a whisper. “Mommy.”
Your ears perk up. Mommy? He’s never called you that before.
“Speak up,” you command. You tighten around him, and he gasps in surprise.
“Mommy!” He whines out, his hips bucking more furiously into you. He thrusts into you harder than he’s ever done. You’ve always been the one to take initiative and control the pace as you sit on top of him.
But it seems as though he’s fueled by this, as if you’ve just discovered an innate pleasure deep inside of him. You can’t help but groan at how much his cock presses into you with the newfound force of his thrusts. Your hands grip him tighter.
If he was going to get so much pleasure out of calling you Mommy, who were you to deny him that?
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you say. Brahms pants from under his mask, and his cock seems to grow bigger—if that was even possible. It feels so good inside you.
If his mask was off, you knew that you would be able to see a blush across his features. “Thank you Mommy,” he whimpers out.
Some of his dark curls begin to stick to the top of his mask from all the sweat coming out of him. You push some of them away, getting a better look. Brahms looks up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. All this from your indulgence in his fantasies.
You bounce up and down on his thick cock, much harder than before.
“Mommy!” Brahms calls out. His chest heaves and his cock pulses as he rapidly thrusts up, chasing his release. “Feels so good, Mommy!”
“Does my good boy want to cum?” you coo, mocking him gently. Brahms’ head nods rapidly, soft whines leaving his lips. “Mommy will only let you cum if you help her first.”
He immediately follows your commands. He rubs circles on your clit and holds your hip with his other hand to ground himself as he pistons into you. The bed creaks under the intensity of his thrusts.
Your own back is arched, chasing more of the fullness you feel with Brahms inside you. You tighten your hands around Brahms, returning one to his neck while the other remains on his lower stomach, and he groans lowly.
“There you go, baby. Make Mommy cum.” You can feel how close you are to your peak. Between Brahms' cock pistoning in and out of you, his soft whimpers coming from below, and the thick fingers he has rubbing against your clit, it’s only a matter of seconds before you reach it.
“Oh fuck,” you moan and throw your head back, the multiple areas of pleasure overwhelming you. Your orgasm comes not even seconds later, your pussy even slicker than before with the wetness of it.
When you recover from it, you can see how Brahms' arms tremble, a sign he was fighting back the urge to cum at that very moment.
You smile down at him. “Mommy’ll let you cum now,” you say.
Brahms lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you Mommy, thank you,” he repeats over and over as his cum jets out of him and into your pussy. You feel the heat enter you in groves and some of it spill out onto the sides of his cock, wetting it even more as his thrusts persist.
The hand on his neck moves up to his cheek, caressing the area not concealed by the mask.
Brahms’ thrusts finally stop as he comes down from his peak, short gasps escaping his mouth. You lean down over him.
“Mommy’s so proud of you, baby,” you whisper into his ear.
Brahms whimpers in response, and his cock pulses back to life.
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Whisper in the Walls
A Brahms Heelshire fanfic.
Chapter 18 out now! Read on AO3 or Wattpad!
“Is everything alright?” her voice rang out in concern.
“Yes,” he pressed his body into her back. He wanted to test how far he could go right now with her. He needed this worry to be eased with her rejecting his advances like she had been before. Brahms wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into him as she let out a shocked gasp. He pressed the lips of his mask to her neck before his one hand slipped up her arm to her shoulder gripping her tighter against him.
Quick sketch of Brahms and Mara as he gets a bit clingy.
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Kinktober Day 6: Masks + Brahms Heelshire
Brahms Herlshire x male!reader
Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 7 | Ao3
(A/n: IMNFUCKING SICK)
Summary: introducing Brahms to sex has been…intresting
Warning: overstim, inexperienced character, reader doesn't cum, super short
Word count: 935
Muffled, heavy breaths and desperate whimpers resonated through the Heelshire mansion. Brahms hands gripped your bed sheet so hard your sure it might rip. Muttering so many pleas that they combined into nothing but a jumble of noise. He tried to buck back against you, but the way you held his hip kept him perfectly in place. Using your free hand, you slowly prodded his hole with two fingers, watching him twist and whine as he desperately tried to get more. Broken moans and short sobs filled the room as you pressed on, your fingers just barely fitting in the his hole. Every little move and breath made him tense up.
“Relax, Brahms..”
The only thing you got in response was short please for more.
“Come on, if you want more you're going to have to relax.”
Pulling your fingers out only seemed to make him more frantic, he cried and begged nearly incoherently.
“-Please, please, I can- I can relax, please don't stop-”
Gently, you started again, slowly prodding the man, he was much more relaxed this time, you could tell it took a bit of effort from the man, the way his thighs shook relentlessly was a sign of that. Your fingers slid in easily, pressing against his tight walls, you could feel him tense against, but he relaxed after a moment.
“That’s it..” you muttered, leaning down to press a kiss on the cheek of his mask, then down to his exposed neck and chest, “You’re being so good for me, Brahms, such a good boy.”
When you were this close you could hear his heart nearly pounding out of his chest.
After a moment of careful, slow thrust you looked down at him and asked, “Are you ready for more?”
He nodded rapidly.
Pulling your fingers out, then- in one quick motion, shoving three fingers in. He gasped and let out a broken moan. Trying to keep himself calm as your thrust grew faster and rougher. With the way he looks now, clawing at you, his legs wrapped around your waist as his hips bucked wildly, his cock hard and leaking, bouncing with every move, it was hard not to just fuck him, just to stretch him around your cock and take him over an over again. But you can't, he was new to this and you didn't want to break him-
“Y/n-” he gasped out, “more, please- please, -i want your cock- y/n- please“
Well you couldn't just ignore him. You were going to wait until he was he was nice and lose to fuck him- poor things only gotten fucked twice and you really don't want to hurt him- but he's begging so nicely, and the way he looks at you when he does it is almost too much.
Pulling your three fingers out, you heard him whimper, before he could even start begging he felt the head of your cock prod against his hole.
Panting breaths and airy moans filled the room when you finally pressed in. His hips bucked right out of your grip. You were barely even halfway in and he was already losing it. Pressing in further, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his legs wrapped around your waist, squeezing you so tightly.
You pulled out halfway, then trusted back in sharply. Cum dripped out of the tip of his cock as his body spasmed and convulsed as his orgasm hit him. He moaned and cried loudly, clawing at any bit of you he could reach. You fucked him through it, he felt so tight and warm around your cock.
He screamed, his body so sensitive that he felt like he was on fire. His screams reached new heights, you were suddenly glad that this place was so secluded.
You watched as cum dribbled down onto his stomach, pooling at his belly button. Before you could really think about it, you grabbed his cock and stroked in sync with your thrust. His hips twisted hard, his body overstimulating quicker than he could handle or understand.
“Y/n- mhh- Ah! Yes, please- ow, ah-”
You slowed down, bringing your hand to a full stop.
“Are you okay, am I hurting you?” you asked sincerely, ready to pull out and stop this whole session at a moments notice.
“Yes-” he answered, but before you could fuss over him he said, “keep.. doing that.”
You chuckled, running your hand over his hip before slowly picking up the speed of your thrust. Watching just how quickly he could go back to being a wrecked mess after a moment of clarity.
“Be still-”
“I can't-ha, please I'm aahh~”
You could see his eyes flutter shut behind the mask as more cum dripped from his cock, not that he was still enough for you to see it, hips rising high off the bed, your cock slipped out of him but your hand remained in place around his cock. You let him ride it out, until he was panting and sensitive on the bed.
You did a little test, trying to prod his hole with your fingers only for him to spasm uncontrollably, scooting away, and whimpering.
Sighing, you ran your hands over his hip to try and soothe him.
“We’re done.”
He whined loudly, he was spoiled as all hell and it was partially your fault. Even though you would love to give him the world- and in a completely unrelated event, fuck him full of your cum- you knew he just wasn't there yet.
So you let him rest, after a good 10 minutes of him complaining and begging for more, even though his brain would probably break if you kept going, he fell asleep, covered in his own cum and sweat.
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