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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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《☆Bath time☆》

Brahms heelshire x fem!reader

I'll get round to doing a male reader don't worry

Fluff? I mean they'll be non-sexual nudity and a few dirty thoughts from our rat King 👑 🐀

Warnings: nudity,dirty thoughts from brahms, mention of breasts ,hoes in a tub.

Not proofread. I was half asleep writing this.

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You undressed yourself, tossing the dirty clothes to the corner. 'I'll pick them up later' you thought. As you tested the temperature a creak in the floorboards caught your attention. You turned around slowly seeing brahms stood there awkwardly with his arms behind his back. "I thought you said you were going to undress?" You said, placing your hands on your hips. Having zero shame of being in complete nude. "This was your idea anyway..." you mumbled, stepping into the bath careful to not spill any bubbles. You adjusted to the heat and sighed as you got comfortable.

Brahms waddled over and shakily slid off his cardigan. After a while being with brahms you decided that his wardrobe needed an update and brought him all this lounge wear. So seeing what he was wearing under the cardigan, it being a long sleeve t-shirt and some sweats for leg wear you got him,made you softly smile. "Don't you look handsome in your new clothes mister!" You said, as brahms cheeks tinted pink at the compliment. Not like you could see with the mask on his face.

He was now fully naked aswell, bashfully stepping into tub. He sat (uncomfortably may I add) cross-legged inbetween your legs. You chuckled as he squeezed himself together so he could fit. "Brahmsy cmere!" You laughed as you spun him around so he had his back pressed up against your chest. His eyes widened as he could feel your breasts pushing up against him, his mind went through every naughty thought he could think off before being snapped back into existence by your hands gently coming round to pull his mask off.

He sprung his arms up, causing a bit of a splash, to stop you from going any further. You let out a tsk and soothed him by rubbing his shoulders. "Do you want to be a clean happy boy?we gotta make sure your face is all fresh and handsome aswell silly!" You giggled as you rested your chin on his shoulder. His breathing hitched. He wanted to be a clean happy boy, He wanted to be all fresh and handsome, just for you. "I want to be a clean happy boy....for you" he muttered but loud enough for you to hear. You let out an aw at his adorableness and slowly but carefully removed his mask. "Now show me that gorgeous face of yours!"You cheered as he hesitantly turned his head. You looked at how handsome his face was and gave him a smile just to let him know that everything was ok.

You had washed brahms' hair which was extremely difficult as he was too big for the tub and it was harder because you were smothering the poor boy with your boobs, which I doubt he minded. You had scrubbed him clean and made sure no part of his body was unwashed. He enjoyed the part where you had to wash yourself ,watching you intently as you scrubbed your chest. You had firstly gotten yourself out the bath before brahms. You wrapped a towel around yourself and grabbed one for brahms. He snuggled himself up in the towel, shivering at the noticeable draft that was always in the mansion. "Cmon brahms let's get you ready for bed" you ushered him out the bathroom and into your bedroom.

He sat comfortably on the bed , waiting patiently for his clothes to be presented to him. You placed a pajama set on his lap as you went to go find your own pajamas. He looked down at the grey long sleeve shirt and the blue tartan pajama bottoms. He dried himself and put the pajamas on looking into the mirror in the corner, he looked up and realised he had left his mask in the bathroom and to be honest he couldn't be asked to go get it.

He turned around and watched you put on your matching pajama bottoms. He grinned happily and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms round your waist as he buried his face in your hair. "Don't we look dashing, let me just put my hair up then we can get into bed "you said reaching up to kiss his cheek. "Don't take to long y/n" he muttered as he made his way into bed still watching you intently.

You hopped into bed next to him getting ready to close your eyes until you felt a hand gently tap your shoulder. You opened your eyes confused, waiting for a response. "My goodnight kiss" he pouted as his eyes tried to stay open. You mentally punched yourself for forgetting something so important. You wiggled over to him and massaged his cheek as his eyes fluttered close. You gave him a loving peck on the lips before snuggling up into him. He reacted to this and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in more.

"Goodnight my baby boy"

"Night love"

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I am severely touch starved.

PLEASE REBLOG THANK YOU

#slasher x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms x y/n #brahms the boy #brahms x female reader #brahms headcanons #brahms heelshire x reader #fluff #brahms x you

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sleeepy-sim · 1 year

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Brahms♡

Just stuff I think Brahms does, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n or that reader is female or male, no smut just fluff and a lot of kisses, short af (sorry), link the the pic, only prof read half so let me know on any mistakes please, and if you want me to write something let me know. Have a good day!! ♡♡

Brahms vision of you could never be tainted, no matter what you did. Try to run way? That’s okay, he’ll still love you. Hurt him? That’s okay too, you didn’t understand. Brahms thought no matter what would happen he would always love you.

It’s true, after he finally showed himself to you, he was even more in love, if that was possible. He loved when you took care of him, when he could finally lay his head on your stomach, and if you didn’t like that then we would lay his head down in your lap, while you ran your fingers through his soft black curls as you read to him.

Even if you burnt the food, that’s okay, he’d still eat it. He’s taking a bath and you get soap in his eye’s, that’s okay, a kiss will help. He loved spending his days with you, a part of him wishes he could have come out of the walls sooner, but then he wouldn’t know what’d you like, what made you scrunch your beautiful face up.

Brahms loves your kisses, whether they were cheek, nose, forehead, neck, but his favorite were when he’d get to have his lips against yours. He’d love how it felt like you were one whole person, to him it felt as though he was absorbing you body, and he wanted nothing more than that. He loves being close, going to the bathroom, he’s knocking and trying to peek his head in. You locked the door “WhY?” No matter how many times you tell him you want your privacy, he still wants to be in there with you.

I feel like the only time this man would go into the walls was when you would lock him out. Taking a bath, watching. Taking a poo and not letting him in and saying no to his bribes, watching. He so would stand there outside the bathroom door trying to bribe you into letting him in “Kisses, I’ll give you as many as you want!!” “I’ll be extra good for youuuuu” “Please, please, please”

I have a feeling that even after you put him in his bed and gave him his goodnight kiss, he’d slowly creep to your room trying not to make noise. After successful making it into the room, he’s so going to snuggle up to your body, whether your cold or warm this man is not going to miss a chance to snuggle with you.

You locked the door, he’s is going to not stop bothering you about why. “I thought you loved me” He’s is going to pout until you give him kisses.

This man has two levels of clinginess, level one, following you around, holding some part of your body, and staring. Level two is all that and sniffing your hair, neck kisses, and more hugs than normal the list goes on.

#brahms heelshire #Brahms #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x you #brahms x male reader #brahms x female reader #brahms fluff

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totalfinalgirl · 2 years

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Guys we need to stop writing Brahms like he knows how sex works. He doesnt know what the white pee is and it scares him

#brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #brahms x you #brahms x male reader #brahms x y/n #brahms x female reader #slasher fandom

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!

Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo

there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag

this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

billy lenz

billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)

but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur

it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors

how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down

how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless

the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for

all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner

you were his dream-girl through-and-through

his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes

his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments

of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely

and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times

bo sinclair

although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame

it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that

tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in

god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group

but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)

his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation

and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before

in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home

but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)

brahms heelshire

you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny

you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up

you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family

but, to brahms, you were perfect

the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule

and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go

his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies

loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”

is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you

like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his

and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head

and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him

carrie white

carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl

everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed

god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness

tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to

those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)

those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes

those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above

and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you

how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass

how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole

you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible

jennifer check

you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well

date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup

she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on

she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”

will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv

gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though

50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice

loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner

buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times

she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken

makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to

michael myers (any)

initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else

you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you

and he did. for well over a month

even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up

but you never did

even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way

you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable

and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally

after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you

at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy

he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is

he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there

and you oblige

and he doesn’t hurt you

the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal

thomas hewitt

everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess

you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense

your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change

those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools

your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest

but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you

your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you

he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil

and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier

so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house

vincent sinclair

you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions

your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards

definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw

more artistically inspiring, barbie like even

it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently

but then your personality endeared you to him

you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the “funeral” caught his heart

hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)

and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum

even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks

you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto

all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose

it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company

and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to

so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum

and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)

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markhoffmans-certified-slut · 4 months

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The Slashers Asking you “What Would you Do if I Cheated on you?”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: I loved writing this chapter. I hope that you guys can enjoy this as much as I liked imagining the little scenarios for it. I am working on the start for the "Asking them to rail you" chapters, so lookout for that soon!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 2 months

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Eat up!

Haven't fed you guys since October sorry, I'm at a creative block any requests send em in lol enjoy this blurb.

Brahms was pressed firmly against the stone-cold wall, staring intensively through the small peephole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he slowly palmed his aching cock through his pants, it was so hard that it strained even in his loose joggers. He shakily sighed, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and white lacy panties, looking oh so saintly.

Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your overflowingly fat pussy lips. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more, wondering if you had awoke. His nails dug into the wood inside the wall as he watched you hungrily. he could hear the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was disgustingly pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he may have had left crumble to the ground just like his belt. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. There was something about the innocence and vulnerability of your sleeping that he didn't want to miss the chance of taking advantage of.

You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first, he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms's cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

Brahms fingers continued up your sides until he reached your breasts and he began gently tracing your hard nipples. Without any restraint left, he caved and took your hard nipple into his warm mouth. He traced the hard peak with his tongue and then began gently sucking as his hand began pinching at your other.

You let out a soft moan and Brahms froze, pulling away from you. He waited until you settled once more before he continued. This time he trailed his way down to your pussy, finger gently tracing your folds through the lacy material of your panties. He could feel that you were wet and that only fueled his arousal.

Trying his best to hold back his heavy breaths, he carefully moved your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to him. He gently pushed a finger between your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before carefully circling your clit.

Your legs parted more as you stirred and let out another soft moan, but still you continued to sleep. Brahms kept running a finger through your folds before slowly and gently easing a single finger into you. You were so wet it sunk inside of you easily and Brahms moaned as he felt your warm walls. He no longer cared if he woke you as he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of you rapidly. The wet sounds your pussy made around his fingers caused him to let out a desperate whimper.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

"Please," he begged, "please let me y/n. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I'll be a good boy." His voice was shrill as he begged, and you weren't awake enough to decide whether this was right or wrong. Instead you simply gave into the pleasure and let Brahms continue what he was doing. You were so shocked at his bold acts of touching you. You of all people knew that brahms lacked proper social skills and physical boundaries but, touching your sleeping form was entirely new.

Soon enough his tongue joined his fingers and began circling your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. He moaned as he tasted your dripping pussy, eating you out like he was a starved man. Alternating between licking and sucking, Brahms abused your clit until he had you singing his name. Looking down at him, you realized his entire face was exposed to you. He glanced up and the two of you made eye contact as he savored your pussy juice, it was a daringly wrong sight to see.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Honey! you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Brahms ministrations didn't stop even once you had finished. His tongue continued to suck at your overstimulated clit. Grabbing his hair, you had to practically pry him away from your pussy and he whimpered as you did. His hips thrust against the bed and you noticed he was still rock hard inside of his pants.

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him softly despite the aching need for him. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue. "Come one, take what you need brahmsy"

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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

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

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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slasherfckr · 1 year

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🔪💀Slashers and their favorite Kinks (With an implied female S/O) -NSFW💀🔪

Characters: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

⚠️Warnings⚠️- Mentions of Blood/Blood play along with knife play as well as alluding to pregnancy/a breeding kink, Sex (Vaginal), and masturbation

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Michael Myers

Not surprising at all that he's big into blood and knife play 🔪🩸

Dude is also a huge sadist (obviously) but also a little bit of a masochist as well

If you're fine with it, he'll slice you a little on a breast and start licking and sucking the mess up. Don't worry, he won't leave too bad of a wound. He wants you around after all

Once he 100% trusts you and then some, he'll give you his knife and let you cut into him a little. If you're not comfortable with the knife being used at all on either of you, that's fine with him. He's more into the blood play anyways

He comes home bloodier than usual so he can smear it all over your face. The crimson of the blood matches your eye color so well. Drives him absolutely mad

Jason Voorhees

Baby boy absolutely has a praise kink

Please tell him if he's doing a good job eating you out or if his cock is filling you nicely 🥺 He not only needs the reassurance but the praises will absolutely make him pick up the pace

But not too fast unless you're begging him. He's got a good size difference on you. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you

Jason will absolutely NOT tolerate anything to do with blood during sex or humiliation. So don't ask him.

Thomas Hewitt

Two words: BREEDING 👏KINK👏

Just seeing you do anything around the Hewitt residence turns him on immediately

Unless you say otherwise, this man will always fill up your tight little pussy with his seed

He's trying to knock you up on purpose. Family is most important to him after all

If you beg him to put a baby in you during sex, Thomas will not be able to control himself

Normally he wouldn't go so hard and fast into you but just thinking about you carrying his child makes his mind go numb 🥵

If he does go too hard or fast for you and you do ask him to tone it down a bit, he immediately will.

Brahms Heelshire

You'd think this special, stinky, wall hobo wouldn't have any kinks or anything due to having to hide out in the walls for most of his life but nope. He's got quite a few kinks 😉

His biggest being a spanking kink

He'll literally go out of his way just to annoy you until you get fed up and have to punish him

He also absolutely loves being tied up and being denied a release until you decide when enough is enough (which is usually after you've had a few orgasms yourself)

But oh boy. When you decide you wanna do both at once, though

You'll have his arms tied up over his head so he can't do anything but just lay there as you take his huge cock into your seeping, wet hole. Moving your gorgeous hips in just the right way as you spank his thighs

Everytime he gets close to a release, you stop and hop off him. You sit at the end of the bed and let him watch as you bring yourself to your release

He's pleading with you during the entire time for you to get back on him so he can make the both of you feel good with his cock

"Please (Y/N), please.... I'll be good....I swear"

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👀 I think I may have gone a little overboard with Brahms' one. Oh well. Might do a second part with the Sinclair Twins, Harry Warden and some other slashers if this is well received enough.

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bldylst · 7 months

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░⃞🔪; 𝐒ʟᴀsʜᴇʀs 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; ʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍs ʜᴇᴇʟsʜɪʀᴇ, sᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

𝐓𝐖: 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜 - chubby reader mentions, mentions of sᴇx, mentions of blood.

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

— Brahams is quite jealous on the scale of 1/10 he is a 10, he will also get very clingy and will undoubtedly kill the person who has stolen his attention. He will be watching you behind the walls and will take you with him.

— he will keep you in one of the rooms of the mansion until you learn your lesson or he will even take you behind the walls for a long time, he will probably fuck you.

— He will cling to you with all his strength until your plump, soft body aches from all the pressure in the hug.

— He will force you to have sex, even if you don't want to, he will be rough and very angry, your body will hurt and believe me, he won't get tired until you are his.

𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

— Stu seems not to be the jealous type, however he is, although he hides it quite well with jokes and his 1/10 school sense of humor is a safe 8 more than a 9.

— He will kiss you and look at the person who has caught your attention with warning, he will hug you tightly while doing so.

— You will know that he is jealous when he becomes more joking and playful telling sexual anecdotes about the two of you (if you are sexually active), he will even make you horny and try to prove that you are his.

— Without a doubt the next day you will see on the news that there is a dead man with a heart carved into his chest and in your room there will be a note stained with blood.

— Oh, there will definitely be sex and he won't be nice and playful, he will be rough and threaten you with his knife.

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emxisms · 10 months

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𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯. ❦

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Stu Macher, Thomas Hewitt, Tex Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire.

𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He wouldn't mind it. If it's rock or metal, he might tap his foot to the beat. He wouldn't show it, but he's enjoying the music just as much as you are.

If you let him choose the music, no doubt will there be Marilyn Manson and Deftones. I mean, they were both in the movie 🤷‍♀️

Memorizes which songs you seem to enjoy the most, and will play them for you when you're helping him out in the station. It's the little things that matter to him.

He'll never admit it, but he loves Christmas music.

𝔖𝔱𝔲 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 ❦

Oh my gosh, he's all for it! He'll be up and dancing with you even. Is not afraid to sing the songs while you sit back and laugh at him. He just wants to make his girl laugh.

If you prefer rock, he's totally fine with that! He would call you a badass. Anything and everything you do will always have him in awe. There's nothing you could do to drive him away.

He wouldn't want to listen to country, though. He doesn't swing that way, it's not his style. Only for you would he listen to country. He might get down to Boot Scootin Boogie though..

Will play your favorite songs at house parties, and make sure everyone knows it. He just wants to show you off to the world. "You can look but you can't touch" kind of mindset.

His guilty pleasure song is for sure Mambo No. 5. He can't help but get up and dance every time it comes on.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱 ❦

Doesn't hate it, but he wouldn't 'enjoy it.' He's just kind of chill. He won't care the genre. As long as you're happy, he's happy. Anything to make his girl happy.

He wouldn't really get up and dance with you. It isn't his thing. But, he would tap his foot to the rhythm, just to let you know he's enjoying it.

"Do you want me to turn the music off? I don't wanna bother you." and he's immediately shaking his head aggressively. He wants you to enjoy yourself! The volume doesn't affect him.

Would really like AC/DC. He can get along with them, he likes the pace. Not hardcore, not soft.

𝔗𝔢𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯 ❦

Dances with you. No shame in his game! Anything that has to do with you, and he's there.

"Tex, can we dance?" and right up on his feet is he.

Will show you his collection of CDs full of his favorite songs. He's got a little bit of R&B, rock, country, and blues. He gets all giddy when you tell him your favorite is the same as his. "We were just made for each other, darlin'."

Would invite Junior to come dance with you two. He knows Junior loves music more than most people.

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 ❦

Classical.

Doesn't understand why anyone could sit there and willingly listen to harsh music and heavy lyrics. But he'll make an exception for you.

Wants to slow dance with you. 'No' is not an option. If you tell him no he'll be upset and turn the music off completely.

After exploring some other genres and bands, he'll admit that he's starting to like boy bands. The music makes him want to dance, he can't help it.

Will bust a move to Everybody by Backstreet Boys.

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Requests are open! ☑️

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Hi this is my first time requesting something😭 I was wondering if u could write a Dom Brahms smut x sub female reader? (I love your writing btw)

-🌹

Our first time

Thank you!

Summary: Not much, just you and Brahms </3

Little note: sorry for the delay, ive been on and off with this one-shot, but now its finally ready!

genre: NSFW one-shot

Fandom: Horror

Character: Brahms Heelshire

Cw: Female! Sub! reader, Dom! Brahms, table sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, doggy style sex position, Brahms ruining you, blind fold usage, lost of virginity, slight begging kink, fingering, Lactation kink, dumbification kink, slight sadistic Brahms...just sex.

He stared attentively at you through that slightly, polished, cracked porcelain doll mask. You were currently washing the dishes and getting dinner ready with loud music playing.

You were unaware of his presence, due to how loud the music played. You stood there, swaying your hips to the beat, as he stood in the door way and his eyes roam up and down your body

It made him feel warm, hot even. His breathing becoming more uneven. His heart rapidly slamming against his chest.

You turned around to place the wet dish back into its holder. You yelped and jumped backwards when your eyes landed on Brahms first rather than the dish rack. "Jesus Christ! You scared me Brahms!"

His head cocked to the left of him and he mumbled out a quick 'sorry' You placed a hand over your heart and put the plate in the dish rack. "Is there something you need, Brahms?" He stopped for a minute, looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't when he slowly shook his head.

You raised a brow at his actions. "Alright then.." You went back to scrubbing the dishes, careful not to get the water further than your purple gloves.

Brahms legs unconsciously move towards your enticing figure. His arms wrapping around your waist the moment he gets close enough to.

"Brahms?" He hummed in your hair. The way his name left your lips in a soft whisper made him feel uneven. The way you were up against him, your curves aligning with his...It was like a puzzle piece.

You and him were made for each other, and that was all he could think about.

What if...you and him did those kinds of intimate things he would see in books?

Oh, those pretty noises that would come out of your swollen lips. Your soft begs for him to keep going or maybe even to stop.

"Brahmsies, is everything okay?" He nodded, but you didn't believe him. You turned around, his arms slipping loose.

You were just in front of the dinning table before his arms slipped around you again, the grip even more tighter than before.

"Stay." You shuddered at his unmasked voice. It wasn't as childish as it usually would be, it was much more deeper and low now. "It hurts..." His whine made you panic slightly. Did he hurt himself? what happened?

"Brahmsies, did you hurt yourself? where does it hurt?" He just looked down, a bit embarrassed.

You sighed and stared into his dilated eyes. "Kiss," ah, his child voice was back. "It hurts with the mask on, Brahms." His grip had gotten tighter, making you let out a soft gasp.

He let out a scowl. "Stay here." You meekly nodded and he harshly ran past you. The air blowing on the side of your shoulder.

The music had stopped playing, sending shivers down your spine, only hearing the echoing silence of the Heelshire manor.

A few minutes passed and you heard the squeaks and squeals of the hard, wooden floors.

You felt his body behind yours and suddenly, your vision went black, covered by a soft fabric. "B-Brahms?"

He placed his index finger over your soft lips. You could hear a 'click' and then you heard him place that glassy, polished mask down.

A harsh grip on your chin made your head turn to your right in a swift movement.

You felt chapped, peeled lips on yours. A mix of soft and warm with peeled, cold lips.

The kiss was eager and hungry, but gentle and sincere at the same time.

His head tilted, to aline his flawed lips with your perfect ones. You felt his teeth tug at your bottom lips, as if asking for access.

You sighed into his lips and kept your lips agape for his tongue to slip in, and it did.

His tongue slid at the roof of your mouth, keeping yours trapped and pushed back.

Your lips grew swollen and your lungs begged for some air. Eventually, you broke the kiss in a haze.

"Pretty [Name...]" He murmured against your lips. Your throat was dry, despite the kissing. You stammered your words, unable to form a clear sentence. You could not take compliments.

"O-oh, um--" it didn't help either when you felt his lips hover over your tender neck. You felt his teeth get a slight grip on your neck.

You shuddered, feeling Brahms lips twitch into a smile at your reaction.

A breathless moan escaped your lips when his teeth had sunk into your warm skin, his tongue grazing against your irritated skin.

Your body had felt warm and felt warmer by the second. "Brahms..." He had never really paid attention to why or how you said his name, but now? Now was different. He loved how his name rolled off your tongue, along with a whine. It enticed him, making his heart filled with a certain...need.

Dark hues formed on your neck. A way for you and others to know that you belong to him and only him.

The thought of more marks covering your bare body in other places made his cock throb.

His right hand traveled up your body and one of his fingers held onto the bra strap. His left hand traveled down and hooked around the hem of your panties. "please...please, please, please..." He mutters, his pleas causing your heart to beat faster, as if it were about to burst.

You had never gotten very intimate with your past partners, leaving you a virgin, since you figured they weren't the right ones. But with Brahms, it was...different.

You weakly nodded. His breath hitched in his throat. He wasn't too experienced himself when it came to sexual pleasure, but he had read about it, and he was willing to try and do whatever it takes to make you feel good.

He slipped his fingers in the soft fabric, pushing it down and away slightly. His digits grazed over your soaking cunt. Your mouth hangs open when his right hand kneads your breast. His forefinger and thumb working together on pinching your hardened nipple.

Your legs twitched and your hips jolted when he drew soft, slow circles into your clit. "Brahms--" Before you could finish your sentence, Brahms pushed one of his fingers inside your beating entrance. A loud mewl spilling from your quivering lips. Your walls stretching, trying to adjust the new feeling.

He sighed at the feeling of you clenching around his finger, and that only made him wonder, what would happen if he added more?

With barely enough time to react, hes slipped two more of his rough, dry fingers into you. "oh, fuck!--" Your hips buckled down for more friction.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling for just a second, which really felt like more than a second, to hit your G-spot.

Your mind clouded with the touch of Brahms fingers, which was currently used to fuck you. Your pre-cum coating his rather tall, rough, vein-y fingers.

Your nails could break from how hard they dug into the marble table. His relentless pumping only drove faster. "So, so warm..." He pushed his palm further into your sex. He loved the feeling of your wet, warm puffed out cunt against his hands. Every noise you make, every whine, whimper, moan, mewl, cry, okay, you get the point. It drove him crazy. He wanted to hear more and more than before, many more. His cock oozing with pre-cum with every noise that came out of your swollen lips. Unconsciously, he began to grind against you. His clothed tip almost hitting your clit.

He wanted to be inside of you, like how those books would describe when things got intimate between the Male and Female.

The thought of it made his finger drive faster into you. "W--wait, t--too much!--- " Your throat involved a gag when his right hand fingers were shoved down your throat, taking them in a chocked manner.

You barely had any time to react to his lewd actions, as he didn't care to be gentle with you anymore. Tears pricked into your eyes, the soft, black blind fold quick to absorb your warm, salty tears.

Your desperate cries for him to slow down were muffled, the words not getting too far away from his now vibrating fingers. "So pretty..." He shoved his fingers deeper into your throat, hitting your gag reflex many times. "Bra--hghn...I---can't!--" A low chuckle erupted from his throat and his teeth drove straight into your beaten up neck. "Plea--ah!--s--slow down...s'too much...! can't--can't!-- " Your teeth gripped onto your lower lip. The way your teeth molded into your lower lip harshly had enough power to break the delicate skin and draw blood.

"More...More!" He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. More whines spew out of your mouth. Your uncomprehended babbles continued on and on. Your walls tightened around his fingers. An unfamiliar knot building up in your lower abdomen. The feeling even edges him on. His pants being ruined and coated with his pre-cum.

"I--hah!--gonna--gonna!--" You loudly gasp, feeling the knot untie itself. You let out a whine and press your forehead against the marble table. His fingers help you ride out your high, coaxing it in your cum.

His finger exits out of your entrance and he brings them up to his mouth, sucking his cum-layered finger. Every covered finger with slide in and out with a pop.

His tongue swirled in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste. Oh, how he just could imagine how many more times hes about to make you cum, whimper, wine, moan, cry, beg and so much more. He wants all of it. It has to be you, and only you.

Your upper body heaved up and down. Brahms eyes glued onto your breast. His head dipped down and leveled with your chest. His mouth took one of your nipples in, his tongue swirling around the erratic nipple.

You whined and laid against him, too tired to do or say anything. He placed a few kisses on it. It made him feel nursed, but instead he's taking control.

Your stomach turned and twisted when he let his imperfect lips trail down your stomach. His hand was removed from your mouth, and you heard the flyer to his pants zip down. "W--wait!--" Your plea was cut off with his scowl. You were still recovering from your sweet release, but that only made him go further. If you had cum once already, why not another time? He was already craving to see his cock slamming in and out of you cruelly, his cum filling you up till' it dripped down your perfect body and onto your plush thighs.

He ignored your cries and gripped both his jeans and boxers down. Even more tears formed into your eyes, trying to tell him to give you a minute to process everything and calm down. His cock roamed free out of those suffocating jeans. Hes thick and throbbing with pre-cum, but not like you can see that.

The thought of him entering inside you while you wore a dark blindfold made you shiver, and as if he had read your thoughts, you felt his needy cock forcing its way through your wet, slick folds, finding its way inside your cunt.

The slow pain was all you could focus on, as Brahms was stretching you out quite a bit too much. "Ah!--Fuck, fuck!--mfmg!--" You grunted. Your sex trying to adjust Brahms, and there was much more to go.

Brahms breathing became ragged, hitched and inhumanly fast. "Tight, you're so...tight!--" He shudders, thinking about the way you wrapped around him. oh, you just felt too good.

"So--t--tight--" He whimpered, his focus all on you. The feeling was new to the both of you, which made the pain unbearable.

You felt yourself being stretched even more than what had seemed possible. The pain slowly turns into still, unbearable pleasure. Brahms lets out a shuddered moan when you've taken him whole. His hips jolted forward, each second mercilessly pounding into you. Countless mewls come out of your lips. The inhumane speed of his thrust fastens your panting, enough that hes fucking you dumb at this point.

"You...li--like this?" You sniffled, trying to respond with a mind clouded with pleasure. "Ngn...y--ah!--" You began babbling out nonsense. Your walls tighten around his length.

His unused hand gripped your jaw, turning your face towards his. His head cocked to the side. The sight of your teeth jabbing at your lower lip, your furrowed brows, you looked so...vulnerable, and he liked the sight of that. He liked the sight of you submitting to him, like you should, like you were meant to.

You whine as a familiar sensation builds up once again, in your core. The same knot that tied in your lower abdomen earlier. "cu-cumming, cumming!--" His hips collided with yours, going even more faster. You squeeze yourself around Brahms cock, his quite huge member going in and out as it pleases.

"Cum-cum for me!--" Brahms groaned, stuffing his face into your hair. On command, you let yourself come undone. Your cum covering his cock. He stops his fast pace and goes slow, wanting to remember this moment. Your expression when you came, your cum covering him.

He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple, before proceeding to his rough pace. "Bra--hms!, no--no more, ple--ase! Can't...Can't--No...more!--" Your begging only enticed him to keep going, he like how your tears stained the blind fold, even rolling down past the blindfold. Your pleas made it harder for him to stop.

Not only that, but you had cum twice already. It should be his turn now, and he's going to make sure he's gotten to feel what you had felt, his release. His cum filling you up. That's what he wanted.

He smiles as he continues slamming himself in and out of you, sending you into overstimulation. You laid your head against the marble table once again, letting your chocked sobs take over your words.

His lower abdomen twisted and turned, feeling a harsh but pleasant upcoming tension that begged to be taken care of. He dug his mouth in your neck, biting the skin, once again. You cried out when he had bitten you roughly, the pain hurting more than those shots you get at the doctors. "Almo-almost...there!--" His cock twitched inside of you, as he let himself unravel inside you. His cum painting your tired walls.

His cum dripping down your cunt, and onto your thigh. He stared down and admired the sight. He whined when he slowly removed himself from you, already wanting to continue being in you.

You sighed, and allowed yourself to catch a breath. Then, your body was being picked up from the waist. You were turned around and seated down on the cold table.

Brahms placed his head to your slightly-exposed chest, while his hands remained on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead tenderly.

You let out a pleased hum, before closing your eyes and resting your head against his.

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i-heart-slashers · 9 days

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FOLLOW THE RULES | Brahms Heelshire

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Brahms Hellshire x female!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Your car breaking down was the worst of your worries until it wasn't.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.5 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | imprisonment

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This was something I wrote and posted two years ago but I deleted that account and didn't realize it made that post unreadable. So if you see this one and the 'broken' one they're both written by me.

As another lightning bolt struck the dark blue sky, you quickly ducked into the large manor. This wasn't what you had in mind when you set off for a one-person road trip to have your car break down and get lost.

"Hello?" In case you were breaking into someone's, you called out into the quiet home, but it seemed too silent to be inhabited.

The cobwebs and dust were more than enough to make you realize that the place had been abandoned, not that you were sure why it looked like a beautiful manor.

"Greta?". A small, sad child's voice called out, making you gasp. Were they alone? Did they need your help? You had just quit your babysitting job to travel, so you were good with kids.

"Hello?" You called out again as you made your way upstairs and followed the child's voice. Your breath catches in your throat when a tall man walks out of the shadows.

"You're not Greta!".

You froze in your spot as the man, well over 6 feet tall, stepped into the slither of light made by the moon through the windows. The porcelain mask on his face hid all his features well except for the dark, rage-filled eyes.

"Get out!" a guttural growl escaped his lips as he began to stalk towards you. The fury in his eyes never changed; instead, they seemed to get darker when you put your arm out in front of you protectively and tried to back away.

"Please! I just need some help," You stutter, taking steps backward as he moves closer. "My car broke down, and I-" your words were cut short by a growl and the man lunging towards you aggressively.

Letting out a terrified gasp, you quickly turned on your heel and ran into the closest room to you. Slamming the door shut, you locked it just in time as fists began pounding on the door.

The man outside the door sounded feral, and his angry growls only worsened. This was nothing like the childlike voice you had heard before.

Sliding down the door, you sobbed, wrapping your arms around yourself before realizing that the noise was now gone. It was completely silent, almost as if it never happened.

You would have talked yourself into believing it was some type of delusion from being cold and soaked to the bone. Until the wall in the closet slowly started to slide open.

Screaming, you threw yourself at the closet door and locked that shut as you wedged the dresser against it.

Between your scared crying and the furious banging, it almost sounded like the whole house was vibrating, or maybe it was just because your entire body was shaking in fear.

"Please-" you begged through the door as you curled into yourself, hoping the man would see sense and stop so you could quickly exit, leaving this crazed man's home.

Glancing around the ransacked room, you guessed that this wasn't the first time this had happened.

Sitting in front of the dresser, you used yourself as another block and dropped your head onto your knees. Then, as the sounds of the man's banging stopped, you cried to yourself.

You knew he was still in there because of the creaky floorboards being pressed as he moved around.

It was almost as if he was listening to your pathetic crying.

Coming to you lifted your head up from your knees quickly with a groan from passing out in an awkward position and still being a bit damp from the torrential rain outside.

Glancing around, you remembered what happened and where you were. You must have fallen asleep waiting for the man to leave you alone.

Halting yourself, you tried to listen for any sounds in the big house, even the tiniest of creaks, but there was nothing, only the sound of rain pouring. This was your chance to get out while you still could.

Standing up slowly, you tried to pick your feet up quietly and walk with a lighter step. Almost as if you were a teenager trying to sneak out while your parents were sleeping, but this was nothing like all those times.

Opening the bedroom door slowly, you peeked around the door for any crazed men. But he was still nowhere to be seen; your next step was to look for a weapon.

Unfortunately for you, the only items in the room were messy clothes, women's toiletries, and a used hairbrush.

Resigning yourself to having no form of a defense weapon, you trudged on, hoping you wouldn't need the weapon in the first place. The man was taller and much bigger than you.

He would win any fight you might have.

Slowly making your way through the hallway, you prayed on every and any god that came to mind for help as you carefully tiptoed down the stairs, trying to avoid any old floorboards that would alert your attacker to you.

The silence was killing you more than knowing that somewhere, a masked lunatic was lurking. Undoubtedly, he knew every hiding spot in the big manor, and it seemed he had hidden doors around, too.

Seeing the manor door insight, you almost cried in relief as you picked up the pace and rushed towards the door, ready to swing it open and run for your life.

You had no idea where you would go from here, but at least you would be away from this place.

Reaching for the door handle, your stomach dropped when it didn't budge. Tugging on it and urgently shaking it, you realize the man had locked you in with him.

"No, no, no," you whined pitifully as you tried to force the door open. Your face felt heavy with tears while you desperately searched the door for any lock you might have forgotten to open.

Seeing nothing, you ran your hand down the wood until it reached the brass key lock and let out a shocked, laughing sob. He had locked it with a key.

There was no way for you to get out this way without it.

You heard noises behind you as you were about to think of another exit strategy. Instead of running, you just freeze facing the door like a child would when put in time-out.

In a weird, childlike moment of fear, you closed your eyes in the false belief that if you couldn't see him, then he couldn't see you either.

The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention when the feeling of being watched overcame you like a sea of hot water. Subtly glancing over your shoulder, you frowned, seeing no one there.

Unless you counted a creepy-looking porcelain doll.

Gulping thickly, you continued to turn, placing your back firmly against the door as your breaths came out ragged and fearful. This was the part in horror movies where dumb idiots like you get killed.

You stared at the porcelain doll perched on the bottom step of the staircase.

Its face was fractured, and it looked like someone had tried to glue it back together. Its dark eyes bore into yours, unmoving, and with lightning cracking through the silence, it left a suspenseful atmosphere in the dangerous situation.

That wasn't the creepiest thing, however...

How had it gotten here?

You weren't naive enough to think that the doll had walked here itself like some possessed creepy Chucky doll. Knowing you weren't alone and who the culprit was only gave you shivers.

Why would he have gone from almost killing you to placing a doll behind you?

At the next loud sounds, you resolved yourself never to want to find out as you pushed away from the door and ran towards the room you had come from, the only place you knew you were safe.

That room would have to be your safe haven until you could think of another plan.

A door banging downstairs and footsteps slamming the floor behind you only made you run quicker as the childish voice called out to you, but this time it went ignored.

Breathing heavily as you successfully locked the door again. You dropped to the floor and peered beneath the door, where you could see the outline of shoes as they stood outside the room.

Crawling to the wall next to the door, you placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from crying again. He knew you were in there, and you knew that he was waiting for you; it was like a game of hide and seek.

A few moments passed as you sat and listened to the rain pelt against the window, wondering if the man would just stand there all night and morning until you tried to escape again.

Hearing rustling noises, you frowned until a piece of paper was pushed under the door. Tentatively picking it up, your eyes widened as you read the bold words, 'RULES'.

The childlike voice calls out once again, this time with a sharp edge, "Follow the rules!"

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ My Doll ~ Brahms Heelshire ~

warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, angst, hurt, emotional, praise kink

Summary : Once again a night is over and sin has been committed. But the goal is still there, yet it seems so far away. So what if you forget something and a husband wants his doll. A brief conversation about a certain incident in the asylum arouses curiosity and a board game with lascivious consequences.

Info : Beware dear reader this fanfiction was writen by me two years ago. So the smut might be not the best. I hope you still like it

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Darkness fell over her. She still felt the throbbing pain in her head and the headache that went with it. The sweet darkness enveloping her was balm. No masses and serial killers wanting to kill and using her. It seemed such a short time since she had gone to the institution. But how long had she been here? Days, weeks or months, she didn't know.

She had no sense of time, for what could she do but pass the time with her husbands. The darkness that surrounded her was better than any of them. Everything seemed better than with them.

She would have liked to sink into it forever. She would have fallen asleep in her own dream and dreamt of the most beautiful things. At least maybe a loving man. But what made her sin true was the unspoken truth that burdened her.

But it would take time for this to come to light. All at once she opened her eyes again and darkness surrounded her. But she knew it was not the darkness of sleep, it was the darkness of reality. Feeling around, she found the switch of the bedside lamp.

Pressing it, she found herself in the room where she was chained. But without the chain she was free, as free as one could be with a serial killer in an institution. Rising from the bed, she went to the door. She listened but only the silence of the prison came towards her.

She was about to open the door when the events with Bo came upon her. The church, the attempted escape, Vincent's help, the door that closed and threw everything away. The sex.

Once again the conflict was created, it was just to survive, wasn't it? Or was it?Not something out of base desires and the moment because he had forced himself on her and she had allowed it.

Shaking off this conflict, she opened the door before stepping out into the hallway. Nothing had changed, the worn walls still looked back at her. But the floor seemed normal again, no rose petals and no church in sight.

But when she heard footsteps she couldn't place, she made her way down the corridor towards the elevator. She looked around to the back, but apart from the flickering lights, there seemed to be no one there. Or was she already so caught up in the madness that she no longer saw it. But something gnawed inside her as if she had forgotten something. But what was it?

Only when the chair arrived did she get on it to escape the lowest level. But what she didn't see were the two soul mirrors looking at her with incomprehension and anger. ,,My doll" said the childish voice in the darkness before disappearing into the wall.

The chair arrived at the top level and she felt the air with more oxygen and the cold coming through the broken windows. But it seemed a welcome change for her. Yet she knew she still had three serial killers here. Michael who had not touched her gently by the car. And the two scream killers Billy and Stu.

A shiver ran through her as she thought of Michael's grip. She had no chance, she was their prey. Moving away from the lift, she walked through the corridors to get a closer look at the prison.

She had been running ever since she arrived. Although the prisoners' marriages seemed to be over, the rest of the killers seemed to get their marriages through her. ,, Well, if it isn't our new prey," she heard a voice she could identify as Stu.

She turned around and saw the two men standing in the corridor. How long have they been there? the question popped into her head.,, Not exactly, but it was Y/n remember better," his friend reprimanded him and snapped at his head. ,, Can I help you?" she asked, not knowing what else to ask. The two came closer but Y/n didn't feel really threatened.

Whether it was because they didn't carry weapons or because they were younger than the other killers, she didn't know. ,, Maybe, maybe not, how about a visit to our place?" Billy suggested and made an inviting gesture towards the room. They will not and cannot kill you, her inner voice reminded her. She nodded hesitantly before they positioned themselves to her left and right and took her towards the common room.

It hadn't changed much even though they were in their early twenties, the room still resembled a teenager's. It looked bizarre and yet it had to be done. It seemed bizarre and yet she couldn't help but think of her own past.

Teeanger time was supposed to be the best. Not that she didn't like her teeanger time, love problems, trying out, alcohol, a cigarette, being bullied, but everything was normal.

If she had known back then that she would end up in a crazy asylum with eleven serial killers in her early twenties, she probably would have changed her mind. Wouldn't she ? ,, It is... interesting" she said after she had looked around. Her gaze lingered briefly on the dartboard where the knives still impaled the image of Sidney before she looked at Stu.

The blond-haired man settled down on an older couch and looked past her to Billy. ,, Yeah, it took a while to get everything ready after the incident," the brown haired man said dismissively, playing with a dart in his hand. ,, The incident?" came curiously from her lips and she looked at Billy. ,, The incident took place a few years ago," he began, but fell silent when Stu interrupted him. ,, You are not the first victim to come here, well at least the first female, the two I remember were male. Only one of them managed to escape, but that's unfortunate," Billy finished and seemed to want to go on when he fell silent. ,, What's wrong?" asked Y/n, but a brief grin on their lips was what made them nervous.

Then she heard the rattling and cracking in the wall. ,, Brahms" his name came over her lips before the wall in the room broke open and the murderer came in. ,, Our room," Stu grumbled, but didn't seem to worry about the cold stare. ,, Games time, you promised," he said, but it was not the child the man was talking about.

As he said these words it dawned on her and she knew what she had forgotten. ,, Yes, of course I did, ehm what do you want to play?" she asked and pulled herself together not to retreat when he stood in front of her.

She had to look up to see the eyes behind the mask. ,, We'll play in my room," he decided and before she could say anything else he had grabbed Y/n's wrist and pulled her towards the door. ,, Please," she tried to appeal to Stu and Billy, but all they could do was grin before Billy joined Stu on the couch.

So Brahms continued to pull them relentlessly behind him and seemed like a defiant child. ,, Brahms, stop it, I can walk myself, I'm your caretaker," she said to him in a firm voice. He stopped abruptly and she almost ran into him. She felt his heavy breathing as if he was fighting with himself not to strangle her.

Then he let go of her wrist and simply pointed to the corridor in front of them. ,, Good boy," she praised him briefly before getting into the lift downstairs with Brahms. She could feel his eyes on her as if he wanted to grab her by the throat every second. When the lift clicked into place and the grate opened, she stepped out before Brahms took the seat next to her again.

They walked together down the corridor to his room before she entered and Brahms closed the door. What left her with a worried look was the click of the key. He locked it her inner voice said before her gaze went to Brahms. ,, Let's play Y/n," he said before walking over to a table and taking out a board game.

Uncertainly, she settled into a cross-legged seat on the slightly dusty carpet and waited patiently for him to set up the game. After a short wait, it was set up and they were ready to play.

It was simple child's play to roll the right number, move his piece and get to the goal. At some point he started to murmur a melody and Y/n looked at the door every now and then. She was trapped until he allowed her freedom into the larger cage.

They continued to play until Y/n asked, ,, Is this your favourite game?" Brahms, whose turn it was to throw the dice, paused before putting them aside and looking at her. ,, No, I like to play something else with my...doll " he confessed and stood up.

She was not blind, she knew he had changed completely. In a flash she had jumped up and was about to rush to the door when he grabbed her wrist again and threw her onto the bed with a leap. For a moment, a dizziness ran through her mind before she had Brahms on top of her.

Since the bed was not too big, she was trapped under him. ,, My doll," she heard him murmur before she felt one of his hands in her hair. Her fear-filled eyes flitted over his face, checking for signs of emotion, but there was nothing there except the mask and the gleaming eyes. No empathy or rational understanding. Only lust.

Like the puppeteer he went through her hair again and again as if he wanted to confirm that he was looking at a living person. And not the dead used body of the previous babysitter. A shiver ran through her body as he left her hair and moved to her neck.

She felt him squeeze and his thumb lay on her cervical artery. ,, You are warm...and alive" she heard them murmur and she tried to turn away but he only gripped her tighter. She didn't want to imagine what he would do to her if she were dead. Disgusting. While his one hand gripped her neck, his other moved down to her breasts.

To her astonishment, however, he paused. ,, You have to undress a doll," she heard him murmur before his hand moved to her dress. ,, Please don't break it," she said and her hand went to the one on her dress. Brahms looked at her with a slightly tilted head.

To her surprise, he gently took off her dress. He heedlessly threw it to the floor and she tried to cover her body somehow. Goosebumps had formed and for the first time the room seemed cool to her. But what brought her back to Brahms was the greedy grip on her breasts.

But despite the fact that he was greedy and only wanted her, she couldn't deny that he seemed to have some idea. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when a gasp escaped her. She looked down as far as she could and saw that he had pushed his mask up slightly. Just enough so that his mouth and beard were visible.

He kissed her breasts and occasionally pinched her nipples before licking them almost apologetically and nervously to make amends. ,, Good " she let out and felt him inhale almost shakily. As if she had hit something inside him that made him erect.

His hand on her neck gave way and wandered further down before he slowly, yet with a certain desire, explored her middle. Pressing her lips together, she tried to suppress the lustful sounds. To convince herself that she was only letting it happen so that she wouldn't die. But how long can a lie last before it's captured?

She could feel his arousal against her thigh and she knew she could not delay it. Her premonition was confirmed when she heard him open his trousers. ,, Brahms please," she tried anyway and tried to get away from him.

But this only led to him gripping her tighter and she was sure it would leave bruises. ,, I'll make you feel good, I promise I'll be good," she heard Brahms' lust-soaked voice. ,, Don't" she heard her own begging, but it fell on deaf ears.

His hand gripped her thigh and she understood that she should hold on to his middle. Following this command, she could feel his erect shaft. ,, I'll be so good," she heard him say one last time before he entered her.

He was big and yet as if he suddenly did not notice that she had to get used to it, he began to move. ,, Brahms" came a gasp from her lips as she felt his hands on her breast again. He massaged her a little roughly, but it was still exciting.

He did not hold back - she was his doll. And dolls were allowed to be used as they pleased when they were looked at, weren't they? It was his right in his twisted mind. She felt him becoming more demanding, wanting more. He moved faster and she felt her own desire to take her climax come closer with each thrust.

Only when he sucked on her nipples and bit lightly did the sounds of pleasure escape her. His face heated with mud and the cold seemed to have disappeared. The room was filled only with their shared sounds. ,, Mine" she heard him gasp and it was only through the increasing pain as he gripped her tighter again, almost out of fear that he would lose her, that she realised he was also about to climax.

With a few more thrusts and a groan of her name, he poured into her. But Y/n also felt her orgasm coming closer and closer and at the latest when he started to suck on her sensitive clitoris she came. ,, You taste sweet, I love sweet things," she heard the childish voice say before he zipped up his pants and climbed down from her.

To her amazement, he knelt down beside his bed. ,, You are my precious doll...say I am a good boy?" he asked in his childish voice. Despite the fact that she was sweating, a goose skin formed on her at his voice. She didn't like it, in fact she hated it. ,, Yes, of course, Brahms, you were such a good boy," she said after a moment's hesitation.

She saw the smile on his lips before he pulled the mask down and the doll looked at her again. He pulled the blanket that lay at the foot of the bed up to her shoulders before kneeling in front of the bed again. ,, Sleep" he said and she knew he would not leave until she was asleep. Giving him one last look, she turned to the wall and tried to ignore him. Before the darkness came over her, but she still felt his gentle touch on a strand of her hair.

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markhoffmans-certified-slut · 5 months

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The Slashers Ask you “Why are you so Cute?”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: If there's one thing I know we all love, it's fluffy slashers. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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demon-lover-669 · 1 year

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Y/n: *walking into Bo’s with their broken car*

Bo: How can I help you?

Y/n: *not looking at him yet* I need a fan belt

Bo: ok let me look~

Y/n: *looks up. Instantly straightens up seeing Bo.* y-yeah can you? I’m not sure what’s wrong with it *lying because they know what’s wrong from growing up with a mechanic parent*

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 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

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Part 1

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“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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