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phntmeii · 9 months

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♡ Dating Brahms Heelshire Headcanons:

❝ Come back! I'll be good! I will! ❝

[SFW+NSFW + No Gendered Terms]

NSFW Section Warnings: Stalking, Secret Voyeurism, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Dom/Sub Dynamics

A/N: Different fandom but same styled headcanons :) Brahms rattles around in this dome of mine nearly everyday so he had to be next. Also, first time doing NSFW headcanons so the writing may seem awkward just bc it’s slightly uncomfortable to write lmao

SFW Headcanons:

> Brahms's Main Love Languages to give are: Physical Touch and Quality Time.

> Brahms is obviously very clingy and needy. You can find him to be attached at the hip with you at all times.

> It doesn’t need to even be something important but he’ll be hugging you, holding your hand. Something. ANYTHING. So long as he’s by your side.

> He’s simply happy to be beside you because you’re his favorite person in the whole world!

> Now, this is where his bratty behavior can come out. If you brush him off or not reciprocate his excitement, he’ll pout and whine that he should be given your attention.

> Brahms will match his schedule to yours to ensure that he spends as much time as possible with you! Occasionally he’ll stay up for later but normally he doesn’t want to miss out on any chance while you’re awake.

> Incredibly possessive over you and insists you never leave him. He has massive separation anxiety and is incredibly nervous when you ask to leave to do some chores.

> When you get back, better believe he is NOT letting go of you for a good while. “Please don’t leave me again! You can never do that again! Stay with me here! Please!”

> I 100% believe that any source of romantic interactions that he’s gotten is from romance books. He pictures himself as the knight in shining armor and will try and mimic things he’s read in books.

> Cue him trying to hype himself up to offer you a flower from the garden to which you’re wondering why you have several weeds in your hands now at 8:00AM.

> He definitely cannot cook or clean but seeing you do it will encourage him to want to help you out because he wants to be useful.

> He ended up burning his finger on the pan and cried at the pain for an hour and insisting he needed to be kissed better.

> He also watches you as you get ready for the day with pure admiration. His eyes sparkle while you do skincare, makeup, put on jewelry or do your hair.

> He then will ask if you can do the same to him. (Do his hair or skincare, etc.) Brahms will keep happily still and follow each instruction you give so he can look just as good as you do!

> It takes a long while before he ever considers pulling off his mask. Whenever he gets food from you, he immediately runs off to go eat it so you can’t see him without his mask on. If you help him bathe, he will firmly insist his mask stays on.

> After some time, if you ask again, he’ll hesitate but give a slight nod to encourage you to remove it.

> If you shower him in affection and praise at seeing his face, he’ll be wide-eyed and stunned asking if you really mean it then pull you into a bear hug.

> Brahms's Favorite Love Languages to receive are: Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service.

> Brahms obviously feels most loved when he's taken care of. His needs need to be tended to regularly or else he feels as though he's being ignored or has done something wrong to have deserved such treatment.

> Cooking for him, bathing him, brushing his hair, cleaning his mask, etc. are things he'll happily watch you do with pure love in his eyes.

> And obviously because of his childlike nature and insecurities, he needs to be complimented and reassured often.

> He'll get all giddy and excited accompanied by slight stimming when he's complimented. It's like you can tell when he's blushing under his mask just by how openly he reacts.

NSFW Headcanons:

> When you first arrive as a nanny to take care of Brahms and he begins developing his obsession with you, he’ll find it more comfortable to watch you while you sleep.

> He’ll start by just watching from inside the walls, then to being in the room, then to sitting at the bedside, then finally, he’ll work himself up to touching you.

> He keeps gentle to not wake you but he gets excited by the opportunity to be this close to you and touch at your soft belly and chest. He fears you waking up so he’ll only caress your body for a bit before slinking back into the walls.

> Definitely has several peepholes all across the manor to get off to you. He finds it difficult to keep quiet. You swear sometimes you could hear some breathing somewhere in the manor but you can’t place it.

> Occasionally, you’ll find your clothing missing. It would take a bit to notice since it’s one or two things but you take to notice your laundry seemed more full than you last saw it and your drawers can be messier than how you left it.

> Once you’re comfortable with the actual Brahms, he’ll straight up ask to have your clothing for… “personal reasons”.

> Firmly believe he has no idea how sex works. His parents, once he was an adult, gave him magazines to scroll through but that isn’t an instruction manual to do anything. So you need to teach him how most of it works and what feels good and also what aftercare is.

> To keep all his needs satisfied, he was gifted one of those dolls. Y’know? It’s a miracle he hasn’t broken the damn thing with how aggressive he can be.

> Remember those stolen clothing items? Guess what doll is dressed in them.

> The doll he has customized best he can to look like you and he’ll use it while dreaming and fantasizing what it would be like to use you the same way.

> I know he’s commonly accepted to be a pure sub but I think he’s a switch (sub-leaning). He does want to please and have someone take control which is why he’ll let you take the reins most of the time.

> But, get him worked up enough or he’s getting close? He’s changing positions quick and fucking you hard and fast without restraint.

> Like—Doggy style while his arms are wrapped around you to keep you in place as he desperately pounds into you.

> He enjoys hearing praise for when he’s doing well. His eyes will look up to yours for confirmation that he’s doing what you asked for.

> It’s pure praise for him. Bby boy cannot handle degradation because he’ll take it seriously and be put off. So obvious pet names like being considered your “good boy” or a slew of other sweet names like “baby”, “honey”, “sweetheart” or “love”.

> Brahms is the type to not last long or for the average time but have insane recharge speed. Like he can go five times a day until he’s crying from sensitivity.

> If he’s straight up frustrated, he does not hesitate to just bend you over the nearest surface, yank your clothing off and fucking you to oblivion. He struggles with restraint if you couldn’t tell.

> He’d enjoy doing that in every part of the house by the way. Just to be reminded anywhere that he’s at of what your body looks like.

> CLINGS onto you like never before once you guys are done and puddled in sweat. Aftercare consists of telling him how good he was while he worships your body and apologizes if he's hurt you or went too hard.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 6 months

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.⋆｡Your Personal Ghost｡⋆.

Brahms Heelshire x plus size reader

As a writer, you need peace and quiet but it seems the ghost in your new home has some other ideas for you

Warnings: paranoia, sort of stalking, usual Brahms shenanigans, nudity, little bit of smut, m and f masturbation, voyeurism

WC: 861

Minors DNI

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Halloween Celebration

That feeling was back, the feeling that you were being watched, like eyes were cutting into the back of your head, observing every move you made. A shiver rolled down your spine but you shook it off in favour of continuing your work.

The house was old, very fucking old, so it was bound to have a few ghosts. That is what you bought the place, you hoped that those spirits could help inspire you, your publisher was getting very pushy for a new book.

You had hoped that the manor in the picturesque English countryside, which was being sold for a very reasonable price, would give you some ideas and motivation for a new novel. But so far, your writer’s block had turned into a full on story dam and you had developed a pervasive feeling of paranoia. The old ass furniture that creaked when you so much as looked at it didn’t help much either.

The small cursor on your laptop screen seemed to mock you as it blinked away in your empty document. You had written about 30 story ideas since you moved in a month ago but you deleted all of them, or at least you assumed you deleted them because they would disappear when you woke up in the morning. None of the stories felt right, they were all either too overdone or not creative enough for a full length book and it was quickly driving you crazy.

“God!” You groaned and leaned back into your desk chair, covering your eyes with frustration. “How the fuck does Stephen King do this?” You whined as your fingertips dug into your temples in an attempt to massage away the tension headache that was beginning to form.

Your shoulders sagged as you sat forwards again. “I need a break.” The legs of the chair scraped against the old hardwood, echoing through the otherwise silent office. A glance at the window revealed yet another cloudy day and you wondered if it was ever sunny here.

The eyes of the creepy portraits in the hall followed you as you walked by, like they always did but you truly didn’t have the energy to deal with them today. Your bedroom was a complete mess but you told yourself it was a functional mess as you stepped around several piles of clothes and books on your way to the bathroom.

A huge claw-foot tub rested beneath a large window overlooking the expansive grounds of the manor, providing you with literally the best baths you had ever taken. Soon enough, hot steam began to fill the room and the sound of running water overpowered the buzz of fear that almost constantly filled your head. A couple drops of lavender essential oils and some bubble bath completed your little ritual.

Shedding off your ratty writing clothes, you stepped into the tub. Immediately the hot water relaxed your tense muscles and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You sank further into the water, letting your tired eyes flutter shut as your hands travelled down the length of your soft body, coming to rest at the seam of your thighs.

“Maybe I need to properly relax. It has been a while.” You murmured to yourself as your fingertips began to explore your sensitive inner thighs. A quiet mewl slipped through your lips, stoking the fire that was beginning to blaze in your belly. Your hips bucked into your hand, keening for your own touch.

“Fuuuck.” You whined as you finally brushed against your clit, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body. Water light lapped at the edges of the porcelain tub as your body moved, chasing your end. But even through the sound of the water and your breathless moans, you heard something else.

A loud creak and the trembling of the wall. You froze and looked around the room, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. There was a crack in the wallpaper on the wall opposite you and you swore that something moved behind it but as you waited, holding your breath in fear, nothing happened.

You groaned before you let out a relieved laugh. “God, this place is haunted.” Your hands did not return to your previous activities, instead you shut your eyes and let the still warm water caress your body, unaware of the very real presence behind the wall.

His cooling cum coated Brahms’s hand and pants as he struggled to catch his breath through his pale mask. His eyes remained locked on your barely concealed body as his cock began to twitch back to life, he wished that you would play with yourself again but he was still content to see you completely bare to him, just as he had dozens of times before.

He so badly wished to reveal himself to you, to have you touch him instead of only imagining it while he used your stolen clothes to wrap around his cock. You would stay here forever with him, he would guarantee it but he had to be patient. At least today he didn’t have to sneak out of the wall and delete your manuscript again.

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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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.

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capybar00 · 1 year

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fluffy face holding reactions with Brahms Heelshire and Billy Lenz

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I made a first version of this with Vincent Sinclair and Gabriel May here!

touch starved wall boy and unhinged attic bastard

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capybar00stash · 4 months

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random schdoodles (brahms & vincent)

helllloooo everyone i've kind of been out of the loop but here's some sketches i'm willing to share for now, uni has been easy going, but my brain hasn't been very nice to me, hope you're all doing alright !!

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maxthompsonjrmalewife · 1 year

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You've had a hard day let me offer you :

✨a sweaty Brahms humping your leg✨

You deserve it 💖💞

( I tried to do differents body shapes for us chubby girls and gays slasher fuckers, I might do that again with different details for body shapes and AMAB/AFAB readers, if you have suggestions so i can make more inclusive variants of the "generic reader character" please tell me ! )

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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┆ ° ♡ • ➵ Silent Night ♡

-> Brahms Heelshire x f!reader

Warnings: None! Fluff.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

It was cold. It was December, the air was crisp and hurt your lungs. It was quiet, the tranquil sounds of nature surrounding you as you continued the car ride.

He was, of course, waiting for you at home--obedient as ever, waiting for you to tell him everything while making his favorite meal. Brahms was like that, and you knew it, and you found yourself enjoying that part of him, the little boy that relied on you for so much.

Brahms Heelshire was the man-child you were tasked with being the nanny of, and initially, it was an easy job. A doll was provided at first, and you quickly grew attached to it, and treated it as if it were your own flesh and blood. You always were attached to dolls, that was simply something that you've always done, even as a little kid.

"Hey? Brahms? I'm back," Strong arms wrapped around your middle, and Brahms pressed up against you, feeling your warmth. He closed the door, pushing you inside farther.

"You came back, good," He said, his voice with a hint of sadness. "I was worried."

"I've been gone before, hon," You pointed out, and Brahms shook his head.

"No, you were gone for a long time. Longer than normal," Brahms held you tighter, afraid of losing you. "And I didn't want you to abandon me."

"Brahmsy, I'm not going to do that, alright?"

"What if-"

"I haven't left yet, have I? If I were going to--and I'm not--I would've done so already. I want to stay here, Brahms, with you. I like it here. Why would I leave?"

"If you didn't like me anymore," He whispered, and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He thought you'd leave? As if you could ever carve him out of your heart--he was part of you now, whether you liked it or not. He was always going to be part of you, and you knew it.

"I would never not like you, sugar. How could you even say that?" Cupping his cheek, you shuffled out of the doorframe, leading him to a couch. "Come here, hon. Let's cuddle, alright? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Brahms practically carried you to the couch, and took your shoes and jacket off for you. He climbed on top of you, his body warm and heavy like a weighted blanket. "Mine."

"Yes, Brahms, yours," You tell him, and he sighs, pressing his face into your chest and hearing your heartbeat. You played with his hair, which was washed yesterday. "All yours."

"Forever?" Brahms asked, and you nodded. Forever. It was something Brahms could get used to the idea of, that's for sure. He wanted you around, and if you were willing to stay that meant it was easier for him to keep you. A good experience for all parties.

"Yes, forever," You hummed, and you could feel Brahm's body melt into yours, his breathing evening out and his body weight fully collapse onto you. He was falling asleep, and soon he started snoring, his trust in you allowing him to fall asleep in your arms, a comfort he could only dream of a few years ago.

"Goodnight, my love," You whispered quietly, tucking a kiss on the porcelain of his mask.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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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

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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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slasherhoe87 · 1 year

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Hi, LOVE ❤ , I have a very " perverted " request and maybe you will hate me for that so, s/o has big boobs which turns out to be LACTATED, s/o also really likes suckling slashers through her big boobs and maybe more 😏. Sometimes milk will suddenly come out of her breasts, and the way to stop it is by sucking the milk until it runs out . S/o also really likes to breastfeed them while having sex.

You don't have to do this request if you don't feel comfortable, I know I'm a disgusting person and you deserve to judge me.

Btw, don't forget to take care of your health and always drink lots of water. Your blog is so perfect 💖💖💖

Don't feel disgusted or worthy of judgement - we all have our kinks and I assure you, most of us have dreamt up way worse shit - I know I have lol

WARNINGS: 🚨MINORS DNI🚨 / 🚨NSFW🚨 / BREEDING KINK / LACTATION KINK / MOMMY KINK / HUCOW KINK

Slashers x Fem Reader

Feat. Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis & Brahms Heelshire

🍼SLASHERS WITH A LACTATING S/O🥛

THOMAS HEWITT

Feels guilty every time when he looks at your swollen belly and gets hard

He just can't help himself

Just knowing that he put that baby in your belly drives him wild with lust

But when he notices your heavy, swollen breasts start leaking through your thin sundress, he just about dies internally

You notice his intense staring but act like you can't tell that he's doing it

Inside you're smirking

When the two of you sit together or lie down next to one another, he rests his head on your bountiful chest - his fingers flexing, just itching to squeeze

Has dirty Hucow fantasies about you being caged in the barn, restrained and milked by him - either using his hands, mouth or milking machine

Little did he know that you too had those fantasies

Not soon after when both of you could no longer contain yourselves, you find yourself in the very situation you both have fantasized about

🚨 hucow kink below🚨

You're naked and bent behind the feeding cage used for the three cows the Hewitt's keep. Your head is lodged through the bars where the cows' heads normally stick through and your wrists are tied to rope firmly knotted around two wooden columns on either side of the cage

Thomas is pounding away behind you into your sopping swollen pussy

His hands are squeezing your large, heavy breasts while two breast pumps normally used for livestock are milking your deliciously aching, puffy nipples for all they're worth

You're pretty glad the rest of the Hewitt's are out on the town otherwise they'd be hearing your loud and obscene moaning and screaming

Thomas's lust is overflowing

Never would he have imagined to ever be indulging in one of his oldest and biggest fantasies

The tears are streaming down your flushed cheeks

Your engorged nipples are overstimulated - the pumps ruthless

The pleasure-pain causes your swollen clit to pulsate and your slippery hole clench tightly around Tommy's girthy cock

Thomas grunts as he feels your pussy clench around him, the hold on your breasts tightening - helping the milk escape your body even more

Eventually you feel the white-hot heat shoot down to your core and your wail out your mammoth of an orgasm - you feel the liquid gush around Tommy's cock and splat onto the hay strewn ground

Tommy's movements become erratic, his pounding even more jarring before he lets out a low throaty moan and spills his thick white ropes of cum inside your quivering used cunt

He pulls out of you with an obscene squelch and even more fluid drops to the ground. He admires the sight of your loosened, leaking, swollen pussy before he steps around you and turns the milking machine off

You smile lazily up at him - face flushed, weary and satisfied

He looks down at you with adoration in those sparkling grey orbs of his

He gently removes the pumps from your aching breasts with a pop - your hefty breasts jiggling from the action

You giggle before gasping as small streams of milky white liquid shoot from your raw, enlarged nipples

Thomas licks his lips and gets on his knees in front of you before cupping your breasts and gently taking a sensitive nipple into his warm, eager mouth

He moans as feels the warm white liquid squirt onto his tongue and down his throat

The taste is intoxicating and he'll be sad when you will eventually stop lactating

But until then, he plans on milking you for all you're worth

BILLY LOOMIS

You're lying on your bed - exhausted after a long, hot day.

Its not easy being a pregnant college student.

Just as your eyes flutter closed you hear a rustling of your curtains by your bedroom's open window.

One eye opens and you spy your boyfriend Billy, who you've been dating since you were both 16, hop into your bedroom.

He smiles warmly at you before crawling onto the double bed and cuddling up next you.

He places his scarred hand atop your swollen belly and kisses into your neck and onto your cheek. You both discuss your day and chat a bit about the latest horror films that have come out before his hands start roaming your body and his groin slowly starts rutting against your thigh.

You smirk and seek out his lips for a slow, sensual kiss. Billy moans into the kiss while his hand massages and squeezes your large, milk-heavy breasts.

Since you started lactating, he couldn't get enough of your breasts nor your leaky puffy nipples.

Whether you two were in the movie theatres, his car, on campus or almost anywhere really, his hand would seek your breasts out and he'd beg to suckle. It almost seemed a need for him, somewhat even deeper than a kink.

Billy starts to eagerly unbutton your nightgown and stops when he reaches your hips. You know what he wants and you're happy to oblige.

"Wanna fuck your tits, baby" he whisper groans into your ear. The sound of his wanton voice sends a thrill to your core and you shiver with a nod.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and unzips his black jeans before releasing himself from his silky burgundy boxers.

Billy is rock hard. Pre-cum oozes from the tip of his blushing cock and drips down onto the bed, leaving a string of the clear goo from bed sheets to tip.

He moves to sit on his knees before gently grabbing your heavy orbs and gives them a firm squeeze - watching in awe and growing desire as small streams of milky liquid shoot out from your puffy nipples.

You sigh and groan as Billy leans down and takes one of your engorged nipples into his mouth - his teeth gently scraping against the fleshy peaks. He moans as the taste of your milk washes over his tongue - the vibrations from his throat sending sparks of thrilling electricity to your nipples and clit.

After having his fill (for now) he removes his lips from your swollen nipple and leans forward to give you a deep, passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and your cunt moistens even more.

"You ready baby?" Billy asks as he pulls away from the kiss and takes his cock into his hand.

You nod, eager to have him thrust between your sizeable breasts before eventually taking his hot load into your waiting mouth.

Billy positions himself over your torso, mindful of your belly. He takes hold of your large fleshy mounds while sliding his weeping cock between them as he pushes them firmly together, milk streaming out of your tits like a fountain.

Billy moans at the sight of you beneath him and at the feeling of your massive tits milking his throbbing cock for all its worth.

He sets a steady pace all the while praising you and your milkers.

"Do my tits squeezing the cum out of your cock feel good, babe?" you ask wantonly through your lashes at Billy.

Billy hisses at a particularly sensitive thrust before slowly nodding at you. Your boyfriend's head looks up at the ceiling, his eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agape - he is totally lost in the moment, in the euphoria.

You can see the haze of pleasure and desire swirling within his chocolate orbs.

Eventually his moans become louder, whinier even and his grip on your breasts clutch even harder. You whimper at the force of his fingers but it only gets you wetter. His thrusts become faster, more uneven before he eventually makes eye contact with you. His lust possessed face sending a white-hot pulse to your core.

"Babe... I'm gonn-" Billy groans loudly before he can finish his sentence as hot strings of thick cum shoot into your open mouth, some tendrils miss and hit your chin and throat.

You swallow his warm seed as his thrusts slow down before coming to a steady halt. His breathing is laboured and adoration shines through his gaze at you.

Taking his index finger he gently scoops up the cum that missed your mouth and places it on your tongue which you had stuck out for him. You swallow and open your mouth again showing him that you have taken all of him.

Billy hums in approval and leans in for a kiss. He loved kissing you after he cummed into your mouth - the taste of himself on your wet tongue drove him wild.

"That was perfect, baby. Thank you" Billy praises you as he gently massages your swollen breasts. "Now, how about I return the favour?" he asks as he runs his index finger up the seam of your slick cunt.

You lick your lips and nod in anticipation while Billy moves down between your legs.

This night was only going to get better.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms can be petulant and difficult to interact with at times

Like this past week when the scheduled daily maid had called in sick, leaving you to tidy up the huge mansion for the few days that she had taken off

You had asked him to help you with some dusting and wiping of surfaces with a cloth

He refused of course. Whining that he didn't want to

After having a stressful week yourself with not so good news from family and being more tired than usual thanks to your pregnancy you lost your temper and scolded Brahms

You practically tore him a new one

He sulked and sobbed behind the walls for the rest of the day

You felt guilty the moment the harsh and uncalled for words left your mouth

Yes he needed to be taken to task for his less than co-operative behaviour but you didn't need to do so in such a snappish and cruel manner

You decided to make it up to him

You made his favourite meal and dessert and left it in little Brahms's bedroom, knowing Brahms wouldn't want to eat dinner with you that night after your scolding

After dinner you took a warm shower and put on the lotion Brahms thought smelled the best - vanilla fudge

You wrapped yourself in nothing but your satin mauve bathrobe and stepped into your bedroom and sat at the edge of your bed

You hoped he would accept your apology and how you planned on making it up to him

"Brahmsy... I know I was pretty harsh earlier and most definitely shouldn't have said what I said or the tone I used"

You heard a slight shuffling behind your wall close to the massive old wardrobe in the bedroom

Good. He was listening and you weren't making a fool of yourself speaking to thin air

"I just want to apologize Brahmsy. I'm very sorry, could you please forgive me, sweet boy?"

As you spoke the last word you gently untied the string of your bathrobe and let it drop down your shoulders, revealing your naked form for the voyeur behind the walls and especially your heavy milk laden breasts

"Can I make it up to you Brahmsy?" you asked in a sweet voice as you ran your hands over your breasts

You heard the scuffing of boots behind the wall and then the clicking of a switch before the back of the grand old wardrobe's back panel opened and Brahms came out through your hung clothing

You smirked and sat back

Brahms slowly stepped towards you, chest heaving and eyes laser focused on your own chest

You scooted back on the bed and sat against the headboard then patted your lap

Brahms pulled his cardigan off and dropped in the armchair near by your nightstand and slowly crawled onto the bed and settled in your lap, his arm across the back of your shoulders and the other rested against his thigh

"Let me make it up to you sweet boy, can I do that?"

Brahms nodded so quickly he nearly got whiplash

You giggled and motioned for him to get more comfortable in your lap

With his mask off and on your nightstand your took one large breast into your hand and held it up

Brahms wasted no time in latching his lips around your puffy, leaky nipple and began suckling

You sighed in pleasure at the sensation before settling against the headboard more comfortable

As Brahms whimpered and moan and kneaded your other breast, you unzipped his trousers and pulled his throbbing, rock hard member free

You began to lazily pump him as you murmured praised and apologies in his mop of dark hair

Brahms's sounds of pleasure vibrated blissfully against your tender nipple and your squeezed your thighs together as the sensation shot right down to your pulsing clit

As you pumped him more firmly he suckled more deeply drawing a throaty moan from you

At this Brahms looked up at you, his eye swimming with satisfaction

You run your nails against his scalp and he sighs contentedly

"Does I taste good Brahmsy?"

Brahms nods and tweaks your other leaking nipple

Eventually he starts rutting into your hand and and you stroke him firmer and faster

His moans sending more and more vibrations through your nipple down to your heated core

Brahms's other hand leaves your nipple and instead finds your aching clit where he starts to rub firm circles against it

You groan at the pleasure your body is experiencing before both of you explode in a torrent white-hot ecstasy

Brahms removed his mouth from your nipple and gently lays his head on your chest before closing his eyes

"Brahmsy forgives you y/n"

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loveandmurders · 9 months

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The past haunts me (Part 2)

Hello everyone! This is the second part of lost Brahm's sister!reader story. You can find part 1 here.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, scared reader, mentions of death and nightmares, possessive!Brahms.

Brahms watched you looking around for a long time. He wasn’t too sure how to proceed because he didn’t want to scare you off. Everyone seemed afraid of him, and he never really minded. But it was different with you.

He thought the easiest way was to lock up the place first so it would give him some time to think and to get ready to show himself to you. He left you in the living room as he silently moved all over the house to lock every door and window. He knew the place and all the secret passages, so it allowed him to be quick and silent. You didn’t realise anything. You were too interested in the pictures too. You took a family one. There were the parents and two children. They seemed to be the same age. The boy had an arm wrapped around the shoulders of the little girl and he was smiling at her with so much love. The little girl was leaning against her brother with trust as she was cheerfully laughing at the camera. The parents were looking very severe. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the children. You thought it would have been nice to have been loved so much by a sibling.

You didn’t recognise yourself in the photo because you had never seen pictures of yourself when you were younger than 9 and the children seemed to be 6 or 7 then. You carefully removed the frame from the picture, hoping names or a date would be written at the back of the photo.

You almost let the frame fall down as you read: “The Heelshire family, Y/N and Brahms’ 6th birthday”

Brahms.

He was your brother.

He couldn’t be a coincidence. Your nightmare couldn’t have reminded you of his name, and then finding his and yours in the same family photo… You were trembling. You needed some fresh air right away.

You quickly walked to the doors and tried to open them, but they seemed to be stuck. You frowned and looked around. You were certain you entered the place there. You continued to try to open them, but in vain. You looked for keys, starting to panic a little now. You also tried to open windows, but they didn’t budge one bit. You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm no matter how hard it was getting.

“Please, let me go” you whispered and you wandered around the whole floor, looking for windows or doors that would agree to open. But none did. You found yourself at the feet of the stairs and you sat down there. You were completely shocked. Were you locked inside a strange mansion where you apparently grew up in?

You had been so stupid, you should have listened to the man earlier this morning. Curiosity killed the cat, your adoptive parents alway said, and it seemed they were about to be very right about it. You found out about your brother but to what cost. He probably died in the fire anyway. And the owners… it must be the Heelshires, otherwise why would people keep family photos? You felt your stomach twisting and a ball grew into your throat. You wanted to cry so badly.

You were going to die like the rest of your family.

You had to be cursed.

You leaned against your knees, your arms resting on it, before placing your head on them. You quietly started to cry. It was too many emotions at once for you. You couldn’t believe you lost everyone, and you couldn’t believe you had been so careless about your own safety. You understood why your brain preferred to keep your past locked up in a dark corner of your mind. It was so fucked up. You were so fucked up.

Brahms watched you crying from far away, panicking too. No, no, he wouldn't let his baby sister cry. He needed to comfort her. He couldn’t show himself because he knew you were going to be afraid, but he needed to find something. He thought about the dolls. Your doll always gave him some peace of mind when he couldn’t stop crying or being angry, so maybe his own could help too. He fetched the doll Greta discarded somewhere and he cleaned it up before placing it in the living room, on the couch, as if it was waiting for you.

He also made a book fall on the ground, so the noise could attract you into the room. You jumped as he was hiding back in the walls. You got up, softly sniffing. You hesitated before following the sound. You really had the impression of being in a horror movie, and you didn’t want to die so stupidly.

Finally, you silently went back into the living room. You saw the book lying in the middle of the carpet. You knelt to grab it; it was fairy tales. It seemed like the book had been read quite a lot. You were about to open it when something made you look up. In the corner of your eyes, you were certain you saw something looking like a figure. You were greeted by the sight of Brahms' doll.

You remembered the day your parents gave the two of you dolls looking like each other. Your parents were trying to find a solution because they didn’t want the two of you to keep sleeping in the same bed, but you both needed to cuddle each other at night to feel safe and happy. They had hoped the dolls would help.

As if you were in transe, you grabbed the doll. You knew it wasn’t there before. You hugged it and looked around. You didn’t think Brahms was still alive, and it made you want to cry even more now you were cradling what was left of him: a stupid little doll. You sniffed again.

“Who’s there?” you asked “It’s really not funny” you continued, no matter how you cringed at the broken sound of your voice. Once again only silence answered you. You tried very hard not to believe the house was actually haunted by an evil spirit; the doors being closed, the book falling, the doll appearing out of nowhere, the cops not being able to find anything,… It was creeping you out.

Brahms was enjoying the sight of you hugging the doll, even though he wished he would be the one being hugged. He had always been a little bit jealous of his doll, even if he never admitted it.

“Alright, I know someone is here with me” you started “And I’m going to find you” you finally said, even if something inside of you was clearly letting you know you were stupid too. You just couldn’t stand to stay in the mansion without doing anything. You couldn’t start believing in ghosts now; someone had to be there… Even if it wasn’t bringing you a lot of comfort.

You finished exploring the first floor, before going up.

You noticed how everything seemed quite dusty, except for one room. At first, you weren't miticulously looking around; only wanting to find the person who was toying with you. It was annoying Brahms because he wanted you to act more like someone who was looking for her past or more like someone who was at ease in her home, not like a trapped animal. He had opened your old bedroom. He was the only one who had the key and he had always kept the room all cleaned and nice, even when his parents were still alive. And it was the only place Greta never saw. You had been surprised to see how the room was compared to the rest of the place, and that was why you entered it.

You jumped when the door violently closed and locked behind you. You instantly tried to open it, but it was too late. You hurt your fingers and nails by fighting against it. It really felt like you were in a nightmare. You hoped it was the case. You hoped you were going to wake up very soon. And you hoped it wasn’t an evil spirit who was playing with you.

You eventually did what Brahms was waiting for you. You had nothing else to do but look around this room, in order to find a way out.

The room looked very childish, so you were certain you were going to find toys and kid clothes. If you did find plushies and a lot of toys, you were also shocked to find beautiful jewels in every drawer and a lot of nice women's clothes in the wardrobe. Brahms had stolen to his “nannies” everything he thought his baby sister would enjoy. In a way, the room was filled with gifts for you. For all the birthdays and christmas and days he missed. You also found drawings you clearly did with your brothers, and other little memories. You sometimes had flashes of your past, but nothing as clear as the day you received the dolls.

You got tired so you laid down on the bed.

It felt familiar and in a way, you felt safe. You didn’t want to fall asleep, but you did pretty quickly. All the emotions made you forget about your fear and for the moment, you were at peace.

Brahms watched you resting for a little while; he couldn't get enough of this sight. You were such an angel and he could already picture himself living with you in this mansion. It would finally be home once again. He was going to be so good to you. It was true he was always acting like a big child (who was capable of killing people for the sake of it), but for you, he would be the big brother he always had been.

He finally stopped watching over you, thinking he needed to fix you something to eat. He wanted to take care of you. It was his duty. His life was full of rules, but the only one he really respected was this one: a big brother is caring for his twin baby sister.

When you woke up, it was almost night and a plate of food was waiting for you on your nightstand. You rubbed your eyes. You really weren’t enjoying the situation at all and you weren’t hungry, no matter how appetising the food seemed to be. You wondered if you weren’t hallucinating at this point. Maybe something was in the dust or maybe you ate something at the last motel you slept at. You couldn’t trust the food anyways, whether it was real or not. You were scared, and you felt eyes on you. You realised you were still cuddling Brahms’ doll so you put it down. It was so stupid of you; you should have left it in the living room.

You also wondered where your own doll was now.

Suddenly you remembered that the man you met in front of the mansion said someone was living in the walls or something like that. You also thought you needed to call 911. You had wanted to do so earlier, but you had worried people would ask you what you were doing in this house. Now, you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to leave. You looked for your phone, you were certain you kept it in your pocket, but you didn’t find it. You cursed.

You stood up, you needed to find something to do. You had the blurry memory that there was something behind your bed. You weren’t too sure what it was. You looked around and you were pretty certain your bed wasn’t placed that way when you were a child. You moved the bed around and found a little door hidden behind it. You needed to crawl to be able to go through it. Brahms hadn’t thought you would remember this, so he hadn’t locked it up and it was too late as you opened it and arrived inside his own former room. Brahms had been the one to find this secret passage when you were children; that way, even when your parents were trying to keep you apart, he could sneak inside your room at night to cuddle with you.

You removed the dust from your outfit and looked around. You needed to find a way out. Brahms didn’t know what to do anymore, so he put the power out, and soon enough you were plunged in the dark, in a mansion you didn’t remember, and without your phone or flashlight. As if fate was on Brahms’ side, a heavy pourdown started. You jumped at the sudden loud sound against the windows. You would have enjoyed this weather if you had been cuddled up in your own bed. You were completely lost, you weren’t even too sure where the little passage leading to your room was. You wished you had kept Brahms’ doll with you now. It would have appeased you a little.

You sat on the floor and tried to think. You were so scared and you were positive a ghost was living in this house, or that a killer was toying with you. You heard the floor cracking so you quickly stood up and you wished your knife pocket hadn’t disappeared from your pockets as well.

“Who’s there?” you asked even though it sounded so stupid. You felt someone was close by. You took a step forward and felt something against your feet. You knelt down and… it was the doll. You shivered. The person - or the ghost because you couldn’t believe someone could be so quiet - brought it back to you. You didn’t know if you were grateful or even more terrified. You still hugged the doll against your chest.

“Stop playing now!!” you screamed out. “Show your fucking face!” you called out again and it was then you felt arms wrapping around you from behind. You instantly regretted your words. Brahms had wanted to wait longer but he couldn’t stand seeing you so scared and he had wanted to have you back in his arms for so long. You were completely paralysed with fear as the man tightened his hold on you. You waited but nothing else happened; he simply hugged you before hiding his face into your neck. You realised his face was strangely cold and soft, like if it wasn’t flesh. You guessed it might be a mask. Brahms could tell you weren’t relaxing in his embrace. He didn’t really care at first because he was so happy he could finally have you against his chest again. He took in your scent and in the warmth of your body. He was sad you didn’t eat his food though. And when you tried to get away from his touch it made him groan. He hugged you impossibly closer to him.

“Y/N” he softly whispered into your ear and your eyes widened. You had no idea how the man could know your name and the way he pronounced it made you shiver even more. It sounded familiar in a way, but you were too scared to allow your mind to remember anything. After a little while you tried to get away again, and he shushed you. The man was so strong, there was truly nothing you could do. “Home” he whispered again; it had been so long no one talked to him that he wasn’t too sure how to speak anymore. You stopped fighting at this word and you looked up at him, even if you couldn’t see anything in the dark.

“What?” you asked

“Home” he repeated, allowing you to turn around in his embrace so you could face him. You noticed how bigger and taller the man was compared to you. The choice of word was making you wonder. You remembered the doll in between the two of you. Why would the man give you this doll and why would he say this to you?

“Please, let me go” you begged and you felt him shaking his head

“Never again” he replied and you frowned at that

“What?” you nibbled on your lips

“Missed you” he leaned, so his forehead could rest against yours. He closed his eyes. He wished he could remove the mask but he didn’t want you to feel the burn scars covering his skin.

“Brahms?” you asked, hesitantly, and it made him smile. So you still remembered him after all. He simply nodded and you stayed silent for a little while. You had no idea how to react. You couldn’t believe the man was your brother. You couldn’t believe this wasn’t just another twisted dream. He stroked your cheeks, waiting for you to keep talking. He had missed the sound of your voice so much. When you didn’t seem to find what to say, he added:

“Gone for so long” it sounded like a wounded whine

“Thought you were dead, the mansion burnt and I forgot about everything else, I just kept watching this in my dreams. I don’t remember what happened, really. But I heard rumours when I came, and… Oh god did you really kill people?” you started to panic again; he shushed you and gently guided you to his bed so you could sit down. He knelt in front of you and hugged you once again, his head against your chest. He closed his eyes and relaxed against you.

“What happened?” you asked

“Shhh” he really didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t even sure how he could tell you the truth and it was too painful to speak anyways.

“I… I need to grab the things I have in my car, and I need my phone back, Brahms. Can you turn the lights back on while I go fetch my belongings?” you asked him, but the truth was that you needed to run away for a little while before coming back… or maybe never coming back.

“No” he simply replied, holding you even tightly “Stroke my hair” he asked but you didn’t move “Please” he continued as he nuzzled against your neck. He needed you too badly to let you go that easily. You finally started to play with his hair and it felt like such a familiar gesture. You didn’t even need to think about it. He happily hummed, almost purring under your touch.

“I really need my things” you insisted and he shook his head

“Only need me” he replied and he never let you go.

#the boy 2016 #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelshire x sister #brahms heelshire x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x sister

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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I'll Never Leave You

Pairing: Brahms x GN!Reader

Summary: You've been with Brahms now for a long time but when you start to become withdrawn from him, he starts to worry you're going to leave.

Warnings: implied depression, Brahms' little voice, slight abandonment issues.

A/N: Don't know how character accurate this is for Brahms but I just had to write this. Anyway, hope you like it!

You were unable to will yourself to move as you laid in your bed, staring vacantly at your bedroom door. You'd been at the Heelshire house for over a year now and once you'd grown comfortable with Brahms, things were good.

Except lately you'd been struggling. You couldn't even keep up with the rules anymore and you'd been spending less and less time with Brahms. You were actually surprised he hadn't said anything. He'd mostly just left you alone, probably watching you from a distance.

You flinched when the phone suddenly rang and when you picked it up, you were met with the sound of heavy breathing before you finally heard the voice of a child. Brahms.

"(y/n)? What's wrong?"

"Brahms?"

"Are you going to leave me?"

"What? No. No, I'm not going to leave you." You told him, suddenly feeling a sense of urgency now as you sat up straighter.

"Why don't you want to spend time with me anymore?"

You shook your head, your voice becoming shaky now as you spoke. "It's nothing to do with you Brahms, it's me. I just...I've just been tired lately."

He hung up the phone then, and you could hear footsteps outside in the hallway. And when he carefully pushed your door open, you practically shot up out of the bed, making your way over to him.

"Don't leave me. I promise I'll be good."

"I'm not going to leave you Brahms. I'm sorry, I've just...I haven't been feeling well lately."

"Are you sick?"

"Sort of." You told him, guiding him to come and sit down with you on your bed. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't want you, and I need you to know that I'm not going to leave you. I'll never leave you."

He didn't say anything then, instead he simply leaned down to lay his head against your chest. You brought your hands up to cradle his head, gently running your fingers through his hair.

"I won't leave you, Brahms."

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Heyhey!! Can u pls write a fluff story about Brahms Heelshire x f!reader who suffers from migraines? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I rly wanna see the gentle caring Brahms worrying about the reader at such moments uwu

This is my first time writing for Brahms, so I decided to do a drabble/hcs just to get myself accustomed to his character. I hope that's alright c:

Brahms was rarely bratty. Usually, so long as they followed the rules, and did everything as he liked, he was very well-behaved, if not a bit playful and mischievous. When he started noticing that they were straying from the schedule, even though it was only by a little bit, he decided the best course of action was to remind them just how much of a pest he could be.

It started with moving their things around, only slightly though. When he noticed that it hadn't changed their behavior, he moved on to flickering the lights on and off. That obviously bothered them, yet it only made their tardiness worse, and so begun his musical tantrums. At all hours of the day and night, he began cranking his record player's volume all the way up.

His shenanigans came to a close, however, when they burst into the music room, absolutely fuming, where not only the music was extremely loud, but the lights were flashing. Rushing to turn the music player off, they shouted at him, demanding that he stop. He had no intention to, until he noticed them swaying, and then, almost in slow motion, collapsing to the ground.

When they awoke, they found themselves in their bed, with the Brahms doll sitting in a chair by their bedside, glassy eyes staring at them. A residual headache throbbing when they went to sit up, they resigned themselves to a high-reclined position against the pillows. Only moments later, Brahms walked into the room, carrying a tray with a glass of water and some nearly burnt toast on it. Pulling up a second chair at their bedside, he placed the tray at their feet and gently moved them into a sitting position. He gave them the tray, muttering a small apology in his little voice. The toast was far from good, but with the way he was watching them expectingly, they forced it down regardless. He continued to stare at them, standing opposite of the doll, even after they finished eating. Catching on to the curiosity and worry behind his silence, they began to explain. “Brahms, Honey, it was a migraine. I’m gonna be fine.” Brahms stayed silent, still staring. After a few moments of his silence, they vaguely explained migraines to him, and how they affected them. A rare feeling of guilt crawled it way into Brahm’s chest, scraping and clawing at his insides.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, please don’t leave me.” He practically whined. The sight of such a large man, that was usually such a brat, so easily submitting and apologizing was endearing, but they knew the importance of structure and rules to him.

“I’m not going to leave you, Brahms. And it’s okay, you didn’t know any better. But you need to understand that if you do that again, there’ll be consequences, alright?” Slowly and gently crawling into the small space next to them, he pressed his masked face into their neck.

“Alright, just please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you, I promise.”

#.#brahms heelshire #the boy #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelshire x y/n

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 days

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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??

.⋆｡Your Bandit｡⋆.

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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Breaking Walls

Vampire!Brahms Heelshire x preg.fem!reader

welcomed reader: @hao-ming-8

Tw: biting, blood, killing/murder, bone breaking, angry Brahms, reader being used as a shield, gun, proofread twice but might have grammar mistakes

You woke up to the sound of the backdoor glass shattering.

Your head jerked up from the pillows, sleep still in your eyes. You didn't want to move because Brahms had you in a cuddle, his face pressed in your stomach, his wild brown curls covering his burn, and he looked so beautiful in your arms. At first, you thought it was nothing but part of a dream, but you heard shoes crunching over broken glass.

You placed a kiss in Brahms's hair before getting up. Maybe it's nothing, but it doesn't hurt to look, right? Maybe Malcolm forgot his keys again? No, he forgets a lot of things but not the keys. Also, it's the middle of the night! He's at home with his two dogs. He can't be here at this hour.

If your mind is playing tricks on you, however, it's worth the trip; you needed a glass of water anyways. Yeah, you can get water from the bathroom sink, but the water didn't taste right? Ever since you got pregnant, you would only drink water from the kitchen sink and nowhere else. If you tired to drink from the bathroom sinks, you would throw-up. Two months in and you're still learning new things. You're tired and sleepy, but water and a mysterious noises called you.

You put on Brahms's jacket and slipped on your bunny slippers, still getting the sleep out of your eyes. You really hoped it was mice breaking something or some very angry racoon throwing rocks like last week. Brahms fought the little guy and killed it with his teeth, his fangs ripping it apart like a dog on a chew toy. You held a funeral for the little guy and had Malcolm get a racoon statue as a grave stone marker. You had Brahms read aloud a written apology to the dead racoon before you lowered the critter into the earth.

R.I.P. Ted the Racoon, who's buried in the backyard, you thought as you sneaked down the steps. Maybe Ted's family has come for revenge. You couldn't help but give a silly smile at the thought of Brahms fighting another racoon. He's so hot cute when his fangs are out. His eyes would shine brighter and his smile looked so breath taking. What a king, my man. He's the Racoon Slayer.

When you got closer to the backdoor, you froze.

Standing by the good china, a taller, stronger man had his back turned as he hurriedly took the good silver from the drawer. Standing next to him, a smaller man in a ski mask held the bag.

Out of reaction, you turned on the lights, making the men freeze.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" You snapped confused, sleep finally starting to leave. When you saw the handgun in the back pocket of the smaller man, your eyes grew wide. You did not think this through. "Oh... shit."

The smaller one was the first to jump to run after you as soon as you started towards the staircase again. "Brahms! Brahms, help--!"

His hand covered your mouth as he pulled you backwards, the taller man starting to hurry to get things packed. "Come on, Dylan! We got enough!"

"The bitch screamed for help!" The smaller one shouted. "There's another here!"

The taller man turned, his eyes glowing from under the ski mask. "Then let's get out of here! We got enough silver-!"

Within the walls, the sound of wood breaking and paint chipping echoed. The lights above you flickered and broke, it sounded like a freight train inside the walls. You struggled to get out of his grasp, but he squeezed harder around your skin. If he leaves bruises on you, all type of mercy will go out the window. Your eyes darted around the room as the smaller man took out his gun, taking it off safety.

Suddenly, silence.

You closed your eyes and started to cry silently, a whimper escaping from the back of your throat.

And that's all Brahms needs to hear.

From the right side of the taller man, Brahms burst through the wall roughly, taking down the taller man. The man didn't have time to react as Brahms took a piece of wood and stabbed him in his lower chest, burying it in deep. Brahms threw him to the side, his back snapping as soon as it hit the broken door, and sunk to the floor.

When his eyes flashed to you, his soft puppy eyes turned to a blood red, maskless. He hissed at the man, his fangs bared and bright, his body tense with danger and murder. He looked at you then at the man, hate burning his lungs. How dare he have a gun against your skin. Your his. You're not supposed to feel fear while you're in his house, your home. He promised you that since he married you in the spring.

And the baby--

The gun pressed against your throat as the shorter man said, "Move and she dies, I swear--!"

He didn't finish that statement. In a blink, he was thrown back into the wall, his back going through it. Brahms pushed you away, and you fell on back and scurried away as Brahms entered the wall.

Close your eyes and count to 100, y/n. This is going to be ugly.

The man looked up at horror of Brahms and tried to shot, but Brahms broke his hand. "How dare you," he hissed through his teeth. "How dare you come into my house," his grip tighten, "try to steal my wife away from me," his grip tightened until his bones stated to shatter all over again. The man screamed but Brahms didn't let up. "You threatened her, my darling, with a gun! My y/n with a gun! My child, that she carries, with a bullet!" Brahms twisted his arm back violently, snapping his shoulder in two.

"Please," the man whimpers pathetically. "Mercy--"

"Fuck your mercy," his accent was heavy. "Fuck your begs. It left as soon as you thought it was a good idea," he yanked the man to his feet until he was dangling in the air, "to put my wife and child in harms way!" The more he thought about you almost getting hurt, the more he hated the men. The more he hated the fact that they were in his house. Near you. Touching and bruising you. Scaring you. He hated them. He ate himself. He loves you. "Never again," he growled, his fangs growing longer and sharper. "Never. Again."

With a terrible noise leaving the attacker, the sound of the man's neck being torn from his body made you want to throw-up.

You slowly sat up as you watched Brahms come out of the broken wall, his mouth covered in rich blood from his kill, chest heaving heavily. His eyes scanned the room and saw the other man, who laid across from you, taking shallow breaths. You looked at your husband then back at the man. He didn't do anything wrong to you; he wanted to leave and call it a night! Truth to be told, you felt bad for him. He was just looking for a score, not to be killed by a ragging vampire husband. You looked between him and Brahms as you watched him breath heavily.

"Let me take care of him, doll," Brahms said in his real voice, deep and low, the corner of his lip twitching in anger. "You'll never see him again-"

"Brahms, wait," you were shaky as you stood between him and the dying man. Your hands went up and cupped his cheeks. "Honey, he's almost dead. He didn't hurt me or wanted to harm me; he wanted to leave."

"He came into our house, y/n," Brahms's voice was heavy in anger as he looked at the man gasping. "I can take care of the rat."

"Then make it fast?" You asked. "I don't want him to suffer more than he already has, okay?" You thumbed away some of the blood on the corner of his mouth. "He's done nothing wrong towards me." His eyes fell back on you, and his soft brown and blue eyes returned. He leaned into your hands and took deep breaths, but your hands left him, lowering them to your side.

He looked at you confused as you were careful to step away and over the broken glass. You crouched next to the dying man and held his hand. Your grandmother said that it's bad to die alone, and it's the worst feeling in the world. You frowned as you listened to his broken apologies, and you offered a sad smile.

"Thank you for not hurting me," you whispered. "I'm sorry that it has to be this way."

You felt Brahms standing over you, and you looked up, letting him know that you were ready, that it was okay for him to do the kill. You know it's in his nature, but he always made sure you're not in the room. He helps you stand and ushered you out of the room to the front hallway.

He kisses your hands, whispering in his voice, "Be right back, y/n."

"Please, Brahms," you said again, taking his hand. "Please be good? Make it fast?" He doesn't answer you, but he squeezed your hand and left you alone.

You stand and wait alone in the dark. You held your stomach as you waited, nervous and scared. The moments later, the light turned off and Brahms emerged from the darkness. He lowered his head on your shoulder and left a blood stain kiss on your neck, his fangs brushing your skin.

Your hands raked through his curls as you leaned into his chest, closing your eyes, allowing yourself to cry again.

"Never again," Brahms murmurs in his childish voice. "Never face scary noises by yourself again." His hand grip your arms gently before scooping you up and carried you back to bed.

You leaned into his chest a he carried you up the steps. "Did he suffer?"

"No," he answers childishly. "I was good. I listened. I promise." You looked up at him and touched his scared face. He leaned into it and kissed your palm. "Brahms was good."

You couldn't help but smile as you lean against him. "Good boy," you whispered, tears slowing down. "Good boy, Brahms."

He takes you back into the bedroom and lays you down. He leaves and washes up in the bathroom. When he comes back, he wasn't wearing a shirt as he came back into bed. He kisses your lips twice, one to say 'I love you' and one for 'goodnight', and wrapped his arms around your side, burying his face to be close to his child once more. Your hands went through his curls, again, then closed your eyes. After a few shaky breaths, you were back to sleep.

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